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Twitter Poems (exactly 140 characters and spaces long).

Creation without pay

Creation is without pay.

God still expected rest

& a day off.

If God demands bennies

We who work for bread

& bless creation

Have the right.

No bread today

No bread today

Is death tomorrow;

Bread today only is a

poor & patient sorrow.

“Give us today

Tomorrows bread”-

Abundant living

& a prayer.

Mad Lust

The mad lust

for mayonnaise:

I don’t need it,

don’t want it.

Yet when mayonnaise calls,

It is mayonnaise now

or I am just a hollow nothing.

Explanation of Mad Lust Poem

OK, so U think

the mayonnaise poem is nothing.

U be poetic about sex

in exactly 140 characters,

or write a poem

using the word mayonnaise.

Dead Jellyfish

The jellyfish died in captivity;

One minute alive in a jar

On the table,

The next dead.

There it is.

& you & I

Are left to wonder,

“Next?”

Cool Front

A cool front is moving in

& death has withdrawn

To return another day.

For now life has pushed back

& intemperate excess

Falls to glad song.

Her first letter

She keeps her first

Boyfriend letter

In a cigar box

I gave her yesterday

Before the mail came,

When she was

Still a child

& life was simple.

All creation needs to eat

all creation comes a-running

when its time to eat,

but who is for dinner

& who is the winner

is mostly about swift feet,

& cruel cunning.

A baker, a priest and a felon

A baker

A priest

& a felon

Sat down for sushi

& got up to change

The whole world,

Or become aware,

Or both.

Only the waiter

Knows for sure.

Hot enough to go mad

hot: not enough for madness,

enough for sloth.

Turning the page

is more than I in my age

can muster, a moth,

loving the flame,

now helpless.

The glorious Fourth

the fourth, the fourth,

in which we little people

make it clear:

we are not derivative of fear

& enslaved mind,

we can begin again,

again.

The rains of justice

It rains on the just and unjust

with the same abandon

as justice is distributed itself,

and not God, or nature

or the courts seem to mind.

Lakota turn to sunrise

Lakota turn to sunrise

Waiting the day

When ground

Shakes loose the fences,

People run free

Water runs clear

& fire cleans a place For New.

Rain comes as a blessing

rain comes as a blessing,

& so much else.

No electricity, no lights,

but the glow of knowing

the joys of friends &

deep joy is light enough.

The Devil whispers

The Devil whispers,

“the cost is to great!”

The Angel whispers,

“you can do it,

but it may cost your life.”

Jesus says, “Don’t be afraid.”

Her wounds

Her wounds

Become badges,

Won with courage

On the savage Fields of gravity,

Where no step,

No dance,

Is cost free,

& love measures

Only joy.

I have many friends

I have many friends

But none so close

As the one

Who does not ask, & knows,

Who offers nothing,

Everything already

Given in loving kindness.

Aligned stars

Aligned stars

Or just regular shit,

Hard to tell.

Simple day gone mad,

& there u r

Looking entropy in the face,

Asking “what’s up?”

Smiling.

Will we, in the rockets red glare

Will we,

In the rockets red glare,

from the ramparts

dare look on dead Syria,

laid out for autopsy

in the shadows of

the American twilight?

Spring became summer

Spring became summer

& promise rotted

On the vine.

Democracy has no

Friend in Cairo or Damascus,

& is now a pauper

Destined for the morgue.

War! What is it good for?

War! What is it good for?

Absolutely nothing!

Got it?

Still Nothing

Won’t stop Mr. Speedy delivery,

Mister Death on Wheels.

No sir.

Nothing.

I am waiting for a new march

I am waiting for a new march on Washington,

to take back the country,

to find a new vision

of the promised America,

and sight for the blind.

The Rose of Sharon

The Rose of Sharon are Kathryn’s.

The table flowers are Kathryn’s,

& I am her flower too:

Like sunflowers, we turn to her,

for she is light.

It takes so little

It takes so little

For perfection:

Clear sky,

Birds singing,

A dog at foot,

Summer day dreams,

Relief print in mind,

& a good Cigar

In hand.

Tender the moment

Tender the moment

& then fire

& memories that play

On themes of lust

Lost forever,

Unrequited in entropy’s

Mad march

To stillness & nothing.

My worse dreams

My worse dreams of death are fire,

my best dreams of desire fire,

the Law of the Lord

is raging fire,

the Spirit of the Lord

fire in flight.

She is companion

She is companion,

co-creator of this

little world of ours,

sometimes chaperon,

often truth teller,

in a forgiving sort of way,

all practice.

Sidereal time

sidereal time;

and I am a space cadet

lusting after summer,

the top of the curve,

the promise of green,

fecundity,

bees,

& more,

more!

more.

Listen up!

Listen up!

We get what we need.

I’m sure of it.

The Rolling Stones

Knew that

& so do we.

There are many rooms,

Some with a view.

Now I see.

Spring brings satisfaction

Spring brings satisfaction

Sans sorrow,

Sensual encounter

With everything,

Joy in being,

& no obligation.

Later we will deal

With the flies.

Don’t tweet

Don’t tweet

the Apocalypse

or medical problems.

Friends pray for strength

& against entropy;

Caesar yawns,

& asks the co-pay in advance.

The Muse caught a bus

The muse caught a bus

and I clutch a note

for the doctor

suggesting depression

is the better part of valor,

there being no

avoiding biopsy.

It seems to take longer

It seems it takes longer

to explain His death

than for Him to die.

Maybe it is simple:

We would gladly kill this man

to avoid life with God.

Singing “many rivers”

Singing “many rivers to cross”

and thinking about

good dogs

Sarah and Eli,

running in belly deep,

not following,

staying behind,

content.