Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Hearing Ear Ring
Hearing Ear Ring
It (Tinnitus) never ceases
Singing my inner ear electric
Like the creases
In my long
Ear lobes deep as the lobes of my
Brain
The siren hum inane
More synapse buzz than ring
As if my brain all wired up
Floated in a genome jar
And all the illusory world beyond
My ear
Maya moon rising
Maya sun setting
Ultimate unreality
Were You
Your dialectic song
Jarring me with delightenment
-Jack 11-22-09
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tub and Torch
He is honesty
Squatting naked in a tub
Haunting the streets of Athens
Clutching his torch
Seeking anyone
Who speaks the truth
Diogenes is no fool
He knows full well
The mirror yields no truth
Nor Alexander's shadow
Nor his black steed
Blocking the Sun's reason
Diogenes' dry tub
His hot torch
Reveal the emptiness of
Dogma
Jack, 11-20-'09 and 12-31-17
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