Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Packaging Feedback

It came in a box
It was a good box
Light brown in color
Vaguely cuboid
But at the very least a convex polyhedron
 bounded by six quadrilateral faces
Well sealed with adhesive tape
Of a type colloquially known as "box tape"
The contents arrived safe and
Undamaged with nary a dent or wrinkle
to mar their enticing packaging
Imagine the excitement
On my face
As I gently scored the plastic ribbon
Encircling my prize!
No sharp objects here, though
Open with caution
Voila! My order arrived complete
On-line shopping bliss achieved!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Science is Settled

We are all who we are destined to be
We have no choice in how we face the world
Although we like to think our will is free
When faced with mutitudes of choices swirled
In cyclones 'round us we will only see
Those alternations that we have not thrown
unconsciously aside. How sad that we
Are blinded to things not already known
We're bound so by our personality
That contradiction leads us to bemoan
The unexpected.  Rationality
Requires that we embrace the unknown
The truth demands more than banality
Honesty is lost in venality

Friday, October 3, 2014

How Big is a Light Year?

You left me, long ago
At first I was puzzled
Where were you, where had you gone
I tried everything to find you
I begged you to return
Bribed you with expensive gifts
Built you a wonderful nest
Listened to your demands
And badgered and implored you to return
I gave you the best years of my life
And some of the worst ones, too
Now we sit on opposite ends of the couch
A distance of two feet, 
Yet light years, parsecs, universes
There is no measure of the distance between us.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Bad Ride

Bad Ride

Crouched against an icy wind:

the motor howls a banshee wail
my metal demon rends the night
blazing an uncharted trail
choices flashing left and right

Rushing blindly through the dark:

the road to anywhere before
faster, flying through the gloom
life adheres to plan no more
racing headlong to my doom

Clinging to a metal steed:

turnings taken without thought
follow pathways without name
when all order leads to naught
all roads to hell look just the same

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Misty Morning

Upon the park as misty veil
holds the morning's signs at bay
and though the sunlight will prevail
the day begins in mystery today

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Colors of a Beach Vacation

Set on a slate blue sea
Seamless cerulean soaring above
Scintillating silver sand
Heated by a searing white sun

A golden day 
leads to a magenta evening
Streaked with rosy wisps
Drifting above malachite waves

The sterling dunes
Lift the cooling breezes
As we return to our cozy nook
Nestled in a perfect verdant grove

Another dia dorado
In our little house of blue
La casita de azul.

Sunday, November 13, 2011


is a frozen beef pie
you munch your way
through endless brown gravy sameness
hoping never to receive
an unpleasant surprise

circa 1971