One legged outlaw
Old John Yawtaw
Old time card-shark
Bite worse than bark.

Old John Yawtaw
Unshaven, flesh raw
Passed out, exposed,
***** hole-ridden clothes.

Old time card-shark
On a bench in the park,
Ornery and mean and
Quite often obscene.

Bite worse than bark,
Look-out after dark!
He'll holler and wink
And steal for a drink.

One legged outlaw
Played five card draw,
Barred from three states
For cheating with eights.

Touched by silken ropes,
Has feeling tied you up in knots?
Does a thief within your mind
Steal away your thoughts?

"Call the marshall," said the judge,
"This feeling stands accused
Of taking thought and word away
And making me confused."

"Call the jury," said the judge,
"What verdict have you reached?"
"Guilty on all counts, we think
A lesson should we teach."

Locked within a tiny cell
The mind shall guard its thief.
Walls of thought and bars of words
Seal in belief.

From the bottom up;

Through the physical differences
That both separate us
And allow us to join;

And through that which marks
Where once we were joined with our Mother,
From which separation,
We shall know our anger;

And through that which beats
At intervals that parallel the cycles of the Universe,
And so makes us one;

Then through that which speaks,
And so, through renouncement, articulates
That which is known;

Unto that which beholds the image of God,
Or that which cannot be known:

Whereby this coiled up energy
Emerges through contemplation

Of all that we embrace, and
All that we release.

Granddad sits on a sawhorse
   Riding yesterdays into tomorrow.

What’s the relation
Of your explanation?
It’s off the subject we’re on!

Alphabet soup,
And Greek loop-the-loop,
Alpha, phi, beta? – Come on!

With little persuasion
You form an equation:
x + y = z.

“What happened to numbers,”
Will mumble the stumblers.
“What happened to 1, 2, and 3?”

Yet numbers are few
For one such as you -
A master of hieroglyphics.

A genius needs not
What others need taught
To hell with a few good specifics.

Yet you say not to worry,
Take my time and not hurry.
Relax! Be calm! Take a rest!

Though perhaps you are right,
What then for tonight?
Tomorrow’s the day of the test!

So you’re a crystal lover
And I’m a cut-glass friend.
The sun is your endeavor -
Its light your facets sever.
Though I’m clever with the wind,
No rainbows shall I bend.
But music I will send -
Can you hear?

Lend me your ear,
I give you my eye.
Send me your tear,
I offer my sigh.
Love is to listen
And love is to see -
Love won’t you glisten
A love song to me?

Mental mechanics adjusting my brain,
speed up my motor, tighten my chain.

They say I am timed right
(they can tell just by listening);
but, don’t understand why
still I am missing.

A memory perhaps, a trauma, a wreck
jarred loose some something,
they said they would check.

They tinkered, they tested,
they wired me up, gauged my
compression, then fired me up.

I trembled, I sputtered, I coughed
and I cried, I started,
then stuttered,

then died.