F = Gm1m2 / r2
'It's gravity, baby',
that's how it started--
Icarus
People know me because of my father,
Your Eyes Alone
the forest grows green
why all this rain?
the tears
in the wet adventure
planted seeds
in the abandoned woods
growing like the wind
which carries the wolves
your eyes alone
open in the dark
why all this rain?
the tears
in the wet adventure
planted seeds
in the abandoned woods
growing like the wind
which carries the wolves
your eyes alone
open in the dark
Training: Weights
Tsung, used to masking
his reactions so opponents
did not anticipate his moves,
showed none of his disappointment
as he assessed the boy
who would be both his charge
and his student:
sixteen years old,
close to full height,
but the boy could not even lift
the medium-weight bar.
Clear then to Tsung that the boy
was not his father's equal,
was not his brothers' equal.
Un-muscled, overlooked
fourth son.
Now king.
Troutmas
Troutmas
Spring pours across a Saturday morning creek, wind-lined
in this dandelion time of year. The tribes are restored: tents
pop up like international flags, countries and clans joined
by colors, by flames of bonfire and sunrise laughter,
pan-seared. This is the first day of Trout, hooks and lines
A Drunken Rant
Oh, you say you love me; is it true?
The sky, it appears, is blue; is it blue?
I lived a long life without a damn clue,
If I ever find God anywhere, I’ll sue.
Methinks, it’s the devil I better pursue
Set aside holy water and beer I’ll brew
Go and pick a pack of disgruntled crew
To steal the Dog Star its brilliant hue
And garner the dawn’s glistening dew
Up from the sky get a bird’s-eye view
Live better if all the knowledge I knew
And obtain from the Mystic a divine cue,
The sky, it appears, is blue; is it blue?
I lived a long life without a damn clue,
If I ever find God anywhere, I’ll sue.
Methinks, it’s the devil I better pursue
Set aside holy water and beer I’ll brew
Go and pick a pack of disgruntled crew
To steal the Dog Star its brilliant hue
And garner the dawn’s glistening dew
Up from the sky get a bird’s-eye view
Live better if all the knowledge I knew
And obtain from the Mystic a divine cue,
The season that didn’t exist
So the time
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
Yes.
So the time.
The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
Yes.
So the time.
The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.
Trumped
In Wisconsin I was trumped
I turned to Ohio and Iowa
And there again got trumped
Finding no joy in Pennsylvania
I fled to Florida in search of solace
But was no better off than before
Everywhere I went I was trumped
Now here I am humble before him
For, I fear, wherever I go in the US
They will be singing Donald Trump!
Spacer's Compass
South I shipped…galactic south
spanning the reaches of unbounded space
through the moss stars and beyond
hanging with this crew or that
a rough lot they were
or some just strange
stranger than you’d care to know
for a light year or two on the fly
West I wandered…galactic west
Stone People
Stone People
On an old world, or under it,
we found them,
or at least I think we did,