Friday, September 27, 2024

Sea of Holes

My feet were burned by roasting coal, 

a cryptic message there foretold.

I felt the heat and longed for cold 

and paid a price that wasn't sold.

 

The shell of that which used to be

turns unto fish and swims to sea.

I saw it all in morbid dreams

she passed beyond in front of me.


There set adrift a Sea of Holes:

a wayward grave of lofty goals.

The river flows o'er shores and shoals,

deposits one on banks of souls.


Friday, August 16, 2024

Cosmic Cowboy

Blasted off from Brownsville, Texas

one-way ticket to the stars.

Waved an adios to atmosphere,

Waved a howdy back from Mars. 

 

He's gonna rustle him up stardust;

he's gonna find himself a home.

He's gonna kick it in the cosmos,

but it's a long long way to go.

 

Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,

but don't board your ship alone.

Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,

but don't forget us here at home.

 

How's the view from Albireo?

counting asteroids one by one.

When you picnic at Polaris,

do you dream about our sun?


When you survive the supernova,

when you've tied up red Quasars,

How many light years will you travel?

When you come back from those stars?

 

Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,

but don't board your ship alone.

Shine on you Cosmic Cowboy,

but don't forget us here at home.

 

Stellar sisters

cosmic brothers

stand together

love each other

 

Stellar sisters

cosmic brothers

stand together

love each other

 

Stellar sisters

cosmic brothers

stand together

love each other

 

Shine on y'all Cosmic Cowboys.

You'll never board your ships alone.

Shine on y'all Cosmic Cowboys.

In the cosmos we will roam.

In the cosmos we will roam.

and I feel like I am home.

 


Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Kaleidoscope

Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all I see is blue,

shattered and refracted light in the memories of you.

The grass is always greener but there's never greener grass.

Green exists, just once, it feels, but only in the past.

Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all see is red,

broken, battered pieces of a past that's long been dead.

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Shorts #4

Two sit on a train,

each other they face.

One sees where they're going.

One sees where they went. 

Still they're beholden 

and even desire

to keep moving forward,

to keep moving onward.