Risiblle History

 are you serious
do I have to be
I'd rather reveal
risible history
cheer us all up
we need it badly

Trapped

I'm so far left I don't know I've left the real world behind
I don't even know I'm left
I think I'm in the center
and this is it
but it isn't really like that
the center has fallen over the edge into the north sea
the pitiful remnant clinging to the old reality left behind
or swept into the trashpit of irrelevance
people with taste
and no price
are hopelessly outnumbered
everything is ruined and they go right on
we all do
trapped

Already Wise

can I sit and think
what about without
putting it in words
to be written out
 
am I come undone
nothing I can do
nowhere I can go
dependent on you
 
and you on me of
course already wise
to how it goes
even poetry dies

Smithereens

why must the family tree be
espaliered wouldn't it be better
growing wild reaching for light
in all directions finding form as it
goes along sprouting branching
interconnecting every which way
stiff Smiths become Smithereens