Checkers or Chess--King me nonetheless

Crescent wrench
Clenched
Fresh Catch
Mild broth for one night

One night
Can gravel over
The assembled majesty of
One pride

Put weight on
The Young One
Savor the outcome

Kismet
Continue to cut
Cancel the edict
Thankless and kind

5 Poems (2)

British


when lamps light casts shadows across bedlam

and cattle linger in the stony twilight

when masters rabble rouse with chosen heads

and slaves swim deep

Embers

blowing on dull orange embers

renders them red hot

again, but the love don't last.

Sometimes I wonder when the cool breeze will blow them

and unmake the warming of a heart.

But they remain ablaze

Wood Flute

lift it up to your lips

release breath power

cannot be matched, even if it can

the results don't explode

under unmade covers,

the robots wait for dreams of wooden flutes

we own them and will not lease

yet

Kings

Hail rains down

pebbles of streaked ice

falling on the roofs on top of

the house inside of

which kings dwell.

They look up to the clouds

marshall forces and set in motion

lunar movements and cyclical violence

find and gather their brethren

then sing.

Meridians

sailing along the latitude line

keep your eye peeled for the longitude sign

breezing down the river on a piece of twine

the sunny afternoon, I'll make it mine

Then share with you with a squeeze of lime

3 Poems

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You old dog

You mangy old dog

You wonderful old dog

You weird old dog

Old dog has the sad eyes

Raises one eyebrow then the other

You look around, old dog, surveying your domain

Old dog paws at the bed, rearranges his property

You old dog that messes up the rugs

You old dog that drinks the flavorful water

Not out of the bowl

The last resort bowl

You old quizzical dog

You old knowing dog

Old dog knows better than his master

Old dog sleep, hiccupping in his dreams

You old dog of routines

You old dog  of habits

You old, moaning dog

Barking to be let in

This old dog who pees excitedly after encountering other dogs

Young dogs, new dogs, different dogs

And old dogs too

But none as old as you

You mangy, rangy, spotty, dotty, batty, fatty, whiny, spiny, lazy, crazy

Wonderful old dog

You old slothful dog

You old loving dog

You old calm, careful, cool as a cucumber dog

Old dog licks your nose

Then sneezes in your face

Old dog yawns

And sighs deeply

Treality

Trees collect hurricanes

Stifle them into whirlwinds

To obscure the residue

Trees are monoliths

Their skin bare

Architects of 

The roots of

stone thought

Trees are narrators

Branches stories

The hands of the clock

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It droops.

Sags under the weight of

Bags under the eyes of

For no reason.

Not just one person.

Staring at a goldmine

Carry it away

Feed it to all my pastimes

Hobies, copies

Work being done

Create the proper signage

Kept and left on.

Genghis Khan.

Gunga Dinn.

Crumble in

And linger on

Cast a shadow, note its width.

Carry that weight with you

Give it a try, note the burden.

Aboard the Lamplighter

Very little time for decision(s)

CANCEL HIT CANCEL HIT CANCEL HIT CANCEL HIT CANCEL

Disembark

Shore leave

Must get back at

Must disembark at

“I seen it like a 20 inch zenith though, believe it,” he said, while making the relevant gestures to support the fact that he was quoting Raekwon from Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.