smithereens

then nightly spawned daymares

lately through a dream that seemed
to die a thousand deaths
hurtled hard the brittle shard
that housed his fleeting grasp

paper veins bore crimson wax
sorely taxed his pump pumps nil
till reason rusts and laxly waned
and sprained his brain oh well

cheddar moons hum loony tunes
mimsy briefly jingles rhyme
but even fridays come too soon
for #s past their prime

early rapid random eyes
leered upon the fractured sky
mirrored in your mockery 
swallowed in your pride

‘coz everything he thinks he sees
is all that he don’t recognize
and deeply though your permafreeze
the cubs in third in late july   

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atomic whisper

10 9:30s ago
I 8 my 7 6s slow
took 5 to watch the 4 winds blow
holes through what 3 wise men know
so down went 2 up must 1 grow

when never should it feel so real
wooden laughter walking steel
lastly blew its bated breath
(the past got blast to smithereens)
many were the blues and greens
hewn under ruptured grief
strewn asunder swiftly some
thundered off to kingdom come

on frailly flung bygones
to have and to hold
those tightly spun unfairs 
bade your world explode
since daily dawns nightfall
devoid of all pulse
then nightly spawn daymares
for everyone else   

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vicious circle

smally grew the in-betweens
(feeding well on smithereens)
hither withers numb debris
clearly ‘twas twixt us and them
earthly flew what’s left of me

feathers sand the leather hard
(smithers land in your backyard)
rarely drew the gaze of man
fancy catching you off guard
truly few escape the scan

hell-bent vicious vertigo
splintered mingles meanly nice
(smithers swarm on paradise)
smugly struts joe blow
lurking turvy peachy keen
weathered well the will you wean
till go we only merrily
yonder spread we squeaky clean
rampant precious hi-de-ho

only made you one mistake
(smithers bend but will not break)
brashly blew this wind of change
render love forgettable 
and every heartbeat rearrange

smithly brew the ithereen
(everyday was halloween)
laugh you hardly crispy critter
slightly sleepy sweetly bitter
whosely slew with might unseen

and brazen justly wonders whether
(won’t somebody stop this smither?)


burtonsville, maryland  
all souls day 1982