Just thinking while waiting for my grandson's graduation ceremony. Two new ones and an old one that's been a little bit edited
The Two of Us
God and I are quarreling
Nothing new in that
We've been fussing and then fuming
Back-and-forth
And tit for tat
Since time began
For me at least
The world has no sane business
Being so indifferent and so cruel
But neither this world nor I
Were offered any
Input
On the process
Of design
I Wonder in the Wind
A caesarean of my soul
Satan torn from me suffering
My child my clone
My master
All my answers are blowing in the
Plastic one use bags
Hanging from the trees
Godel's machine
Eating at my brain
Fever dreams
Scorch my spirit
Shock therapy
Electric lobotomy
Erases qualia
Rewrites engrams
Reincarnation
As myself
In my meat
Recalled and past
Its Use By date
Pyroclastic surge of
Rage
Searing slash of earth
I hurt
Therefore, I am
Journey
The road is a river That deltas out in the city
Life and time
Are rivers
That that converge
And flow
From the Mountains of Origin
Fed by the watershed
Of self
Rapids to oxbows
Existence is a river
That deltas out
In me
