Some Poetry

“Why is it that a bucket of water soon becomes putrid, but frozen remains sweet forever?

Just stop, For a minute. Please redefine, Re-explain, Reintroduce This gift to me.

She sang to me the other day, A song so sweet and true.

Milk. It does the body good. But what good is the body when the calf weeps formulated milk ducts from the scientist’s teat?

Whether you work in an organization of 10 or 10,000, there is probably at least one person you’re particularly not fond of.

Let me remember well / this place the storytellers have brought me to./

If you have Rhythm,/ you loose rhyme. / You have both ? / Where’s meaning sublime ? //

Scanning these words,/ Chasing a sound./ Drilling through silt for impact with stone.//