The young man stood straight as the teacher’s loud, angry voice bristled. She berated his atrocious spelling and wretched grammar. He held back tears of shame and anger as she publicly humiliated him. She declared his entire family abysmal failures as human beings destined for an eternity in hell.
He found abysmal in the dictionary. When his mother later asked how he had done on the school paper he worked on so diligently, he reported that the teacher said it was very deep and that the entire family was destined for infinite success.
Look both ways. They may forgive, but they’ll not forget.
Mind the gaps. No memory is flawless.
I feel helpless and hopeless
watching a world full of people
essentially committing suicide.
To say it’s a crazy world is not good enough.
Nature will in some way survive,
planet Earth will go on without us.
We have most of the wisdom and insight
to tweak life and existence from Her,
but we will not, and I can’t fix it.
Self-annihilation through denial,
ironically seeking a better life
believing what is bad is in fact good.
Deceptions. Mortality sings only a dirge,
cries of lament over what might have been.
Humanity: another great failed experiment.
Consider all options and look both ways.
Find and mind the gaps for the science of truth.
Cowboys look like Cooper, Wayne,
Marvin; or tall, thin Stewart. I seen
movies in the 50’s,
High Noon or Liberty Valance with
Not s’posed to look like the sculpture.
The horse is right,
but the cowboy rock sittin’ is short,
round-faced with a big ‘stash and
no gun, holdin’ reins
lest Ol’ Buck runs off spooked.
The wrangler wears chaps and a jacket.
Reality ain’t movies, both’s art though.
Drop your blinders and look both ways.
Mind the gaps for, “The history of mankind is carried on the back of a horse.”
My Nebular Hypothesis
As pale second-row space dust
fills elysian tensions
with galactic hues
of cosmic color,
reflecting star-glow visions,
Creations from passing stars,
with no night skies or eyes
to see wondering worlds,
gods of fortune
grant the ages.
An immortal Elysium paradise
of cosmogonic gods breathe
magic into lifeless particles,
and life is called forth,
Look both ways, then look up.
That is an awesome sight.
Mind the celestial gaps
for they hide galactic wonder where we may wish to wander.
What was the most tired you been?
Slept standing or fallen down tired?
Been so dizzy? I hallucinated.
At POW camp they
would not let us sleep.
Peed in a #10 coffee can,
locked in cell, both overflowed.
To learn how to survive capture,
being treated beyond awful, we endure
such misery; to live it, feel it, survive it.
I thought I would not. Might never try.
How did they survive not knowing;
forsaken and forgotten?
Many decided to die. Too awful
to live. Most decided otherwise.
Sometimes, dancing in the rain,
or walking through the fire
are both hard-learned lessons.
Look both ways for light at both ends of the tunnel.
Mind the gaps in the dark until you can see.
Find life. Love freedom.
i know. you know this privilege
denied many, this gift of age,
being long of life. pleasures
charging dues paid
with guilt, pain, and sorrow.
now i see that it’s
no longer me; old bones
with thin skin,
or worthless white wisps.
does this looking-glass lie?
let me be what i was—
young. look, old man. look at me.
i’m your truth.
See truth and reality in the looking glass. Mind the gaps and ignore the bald spots.
A Starbucks in a grocery store,
it’s still a place to shop
for food, and in this state,
wine and beer—a super market—
what my mother would call
the Acme (pronounced ack-a-me
in the vernacular of “The Valley”
where I grew up)—
those early places that put
the small Mom and Pop, corner
stores with personal
one-on-one service and where I,
even as a kid, could say,
“put it on our bill,” out of business.
No receipt. No stolen identity fears,
just trust. A time and place where everybody
knew my name and who my
family was, and knew more about all
of us than any one of us did. And
the cash register had a crank handle,
and I could walk there
in five minutes and nobody
had a credit card and Starbucks
and my first child were still
then, 15 years from now.
That Mom and Pop stuff
is all gone now.
But there’s $14.65 left
on my Starbucks gift card.
Look both ways, there is no time limit on gift cards,
and I will think of you every time I use it.
Mind the gaps, they have limits and must be used.