Computer towers
Higher powers
Expressed in algorithms

Proud potential
Exponential
Anthropomorphic isms

Tales of Icarus
Dare not help us
All out warnings spurned

Keep on going
Worship knowing
Lessons never learned

Go full throttle
Rub the bottle
Set the Genie free

What is hidden
In this Eden’s
In decision tree?

Data centers
Atom splinters
All to feed the fire

Slouching beast
Come home at last?
Bytes along the wire

A.G.I
Sent from on high
To save us from ourselves

What we’ve made
Must be obeyed
Our brains upon the shelves

A dog, a man, a fire
Oncoming dark

The man sits
The dog lies
Both close by the fire

Both entranced by flame
Radiating heat
Sounds of Cicadas

Time goes by unnoticed
Except for the
imperceptibly
slow
ascendance
of the almost full moon

The dog
Safe in his centered space
Drops his muzzle between his paws
Lolls his tongue
Reflected red in glowing coals

The man, with his gift of language
Thinks “I should say something”
Abstract these concrete feelings
Preserve this moment for posterity
With just a few kind words

Pray he holds his tongue
In moments like these
Words are sacrilege

Breaking awe full silence
Rending temple curtains
Pinning names on G_d

Binoculars are truly funny things
To focus on the far, you lose the near
Chasing stars, you forfeit
All that you hold dear

Vision’s field betrayed for clarity
What can it be?
A forest or a tree?
Only you can say

Wave or particle, or is it both?
What is this strange thing that God hath wroth?
A thing that is no thing until its named
And every child is wild until they’re tamed

Observation changes everything
Is the cat alive or dead?
Is a poem a poem
If it is only written
But it is never read

Einstein said that God does not play dice
The wedding came and went
The dead birds ate the rice
Must every joyful moment have its price?

Chameleons disguise among the bushes
Baby Moses hides in the bullrushes
The bush never burning to a crisp
The voice of God spoken with a lisp

The flowers for the bees
The forest for the trees

Keys to the kingdom
Rusting on the chain
Unsolicited advice
Unrelenting pain

A million monkeys typing tails
Written but unread
Until they chance upon the one
That means just what it said

Abstract art and abstract alms
Turning stone to bread
Peonies piercing palms
Until the flowers bled

Bled upon the canvas white
Smeared red with his blood
Santa Claus looked such a fright
Caught eating Daddy’s food

Beauty lies in in between
Inside a cavern dark
Truth is beauty oft unseen
A dog without a bark

Rhyming couplets copulate
Keeping perfect thyme
Synchronously syncopate
Commit the perfect crime

In the dark the eyes best see
When looking indirect
Poems write their poetry
When poets don’t reflect

Let hands loose upon the keys
Like ants upon the hill
Let loose fingers lose your mind
To write some swine loved swill

Who knows what the world may think
Of this unfettered phrase
You may be the missing link
To some new-fangled faze
Of something some call poetry
In its declining days

Stay in one place
How long? - Long enough

Long enough to see what others miss
To notice all the little things
The bug beneath your feet
The movement of the sun

Long enough for the birds to lose their fear
And come back to the food

Long enough for the house to become home
For the shrubbery to fill the voids
To no longer look like it did
When you picked it off the shelf at the garden center
Long enough for the vines to climb
Around the door and up the windowsill

Long enough for the marks and scratches
And dents to begin to appear
Like the rising row of horizontal pencil marks
Inside the pantry door

Long enough to learn where things belong
And where they don’t
To know that you can reach for them
On the darkest night
And trust they will be there

Long enough to know you’ve chosen well
That the things she did that bothered you
Have now become your treasures
That all those thoughts that someone
Might be better in some way
Have not stood the test of time
That perfection is a sterile land
Where nothing truly grows
That soulful smiles and honest eyes
Are what matter most

All white beneath, all blue above
All crystal in between
Where blackened spires reach ever higher
Entombed in frozen tears
Holding tight with all its might
Ice clasps every limb

Too soon the sun shows his fierce face
Now each tree flames afire
A narcissus and Icarus
Their beauty brighter, higher!
But beauty’s price is sacrifice
Tis come the judgement hour

The fairy world the storm unfurled
Now meets its moist demise
A southern breeze stirs tops of trees
Stand still - you’ll hear the cries
Losing their cold they lose their hold
Letting loose with sighs

Their tinkling sound heard all around
Sharp shards of broken glass
Each limb and branch an avalanche
To forest floor below
Comes crashing down from oaken crown
To kiss the melting snow

No wonder we chose spring for Easter
All nature joins in resurrection
Today, I found blood on a feather

The reckoning keeps coming faster
Invention killing all connection
Dead bees among the heather

Life and death and in between
A crazy quilt of paradox
Shall we be ****** or saved?

What in heaven does it mean?
Was Jesus crazy like a fox?
Is joy doubled, sorrow halved?

Not knowing gives me chills
Two calves playing tag
Romp over verdant hills