A few more poems

Jan 22
Boxes of paranoia (paradoxes)
Cruelty's pity
Theory of revolution



Boxes of paradoxes






A little cracked, your logic
I follow your dry riverbed
Upstream to the fountain's source
Dehydrated thoughts
packed away for safe keeping
You've hit a dry spell
But some part, a burrowing creature
Ferrets these away for a rainy day
When thoughts grow moist and lush
In tangles, jungles, mingles with
Steam and fantasy, the deep throated lusty
Call of your multicolored muse
Radiance upon radiance upon decadence upon decay
That follows the toorapidgrowth of the season
But detritious thoughts feed the stuffs of new life
And without them, the desert
The dustbowl dreaming in a riverless bed



Escher would be proud
The haphazard hazards that litter your mind
Defy gravity, sanity, brevity and logic
Box upon boxes, with labels unclear
Printed clean on each face, the purpose of each
To define its contents
This method of madness confounds
Further light does less to repel and more to create
Hazy shadows, the boggling angles
Of each stack crack and fracture
The lines schizophrene
Bisect, intersect, reflect and distort
The Truth
Is too foreign a concept
Stark realities find no solace here
Dualities pass through prisms
To fall dizzy into dichotomies
That pool together on the floor
in puddles that drip from the ceiling
and splash gray onto grey
boxes with leaky edges
and clear defined lines
do little to order the chaos they create