Wednesday, November 28, 2012

What To Do Next

Imagine
the eternal loneliness
that seized the Angels
when they heard
of God's death.

Every evening
I experience
that Angelic
loneliness
which reminds me
no one
is in charge
and help
is not on the way.
  mce



Monday, November 26, 2012

Holy Are The Days

Holy are the days of boredom.
Holy are the days of loneliness.
Pick a place to die and be content.
Life divided by time,
where time is the unknown,
always equals death.
Forget this fatal equation.
Weave the threads of memory
into tapestries of ritual;
rituals engender meaning.
Refuse to live an amputated life.
Remember that only joy slows the ticking clock.
Holy are the days that remain.
  mce


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Distance

You can learn
to love a voice
on a telephone,
but you can never
hold it
in your arms.
   mce

A Gift

Poems are messages in bottles
tossed into a sea
that does not care
if they be found or not.

Thank you for finding this one.

You can keep the bottle.

   mce

The Despair of Mirrors

Living alone,
I am randomly
eccentric.

It's not a quirk,
if no one sees.

Often at odd hours,
day or night,
I sneak a glance
at my mirror
hoping
to be surprised
by a young
and happy
reflection.

Never happens.

   mce

Friday, November 23, 2012

Resistance

61 years
I have broken
every rule I could

despised money
hated power
loathed greed

standing alone
like a radio beacon
broadcasting
my only message

I will not provide
aid and comfort
to my enemies

I will not murder
for desire

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thanksgiving

That glorious day
of the year
when my family
gathered around the fowl
like the Waltons
and then acted
as if it had been stuffed
with PCP.

mce

The Weight

The tedious part of getting old is how long it takes.

mce

Connected

there are still moments
when i see
the earth's splendor

wild turkeys
in a frozen meadow

the coiled copperhead
still making up its mind

vultures gyring upon
ghostly thermals

but mostly
it is obscured
by the encroaching
wireless microwave
fog.

mce