PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

To be completed

at a later date—

all these dreams

and attempted poems

assassinated

by the limits

of my mind

Coming back later

to wrap this thing up

and clean up after

the previous crew

yes, we’se always losing

something in everything

we gain along the way

and the human cost

remains staggering

We’re still wondering

what ever wuz
with all the grand dreams

of fame and fortune

gone awry in surreal

hallucinogenic slippage

into bland nightmare

None of it matters

too much saving dolphins

or impoverished children

rescuing saints from prison

and poets from obscurity

Still trying to be

a filmmaker

even though I know

nothing of the sort

on how or why

watching wrestling

and Star Trek

(The Next Generation)

with Moroccan hashish

swallowed like aspirin

or reggae or Celtic

poetry by Zen mystics

without our understanding H Crane

without grasping Pasolini

none of it registers

within my conscious grasp

wishing insane odes

of eager, archetypal dreams

gone astray thru

minefields in the prairie

It’s all gone on

for far too long

in a random precision

and decisions made from

a draw out of a hat

roll of a dice

Snake Eyes!

Snake Eyes!

I done got a bad

draw again

got the short stick

got the short stick

Oh my, what it means?

What do all the bad luck

have to do with life?

Can’t answer yet

But I’m working on it

maybe

but not really

all that amazed

with the efforts

passable

C –

at best