Friday, September 18, 2015

Tempest Brew- Three Poems


it started as a grand
experiment, follow
the Old Testament law
and put it in place 
in the new land

unfortunately, the citizens
soon found the yoke
too heavy, the laws too
complicated, but by then
the leaders loved it

and the stones
began to be pile up.


I made up a word
today, anasamoot,
which could be a new
word for anger
or a sex term or the
title of a beautiful
new cocktail, or the 
perfect antidote
if stung by a plumanug.


it's a small earth
and we are small wonders
thin fragment veils
of real people
who strut and pose
and do not strike
real chords
existing only in photograph.

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