there be poets

[revolutionrabbit]

things are round
and hills are hills
old as gills
twice as dusty
but it took a long time
to see that time is not
just a straight razor
and that it is not rusty
but just as trusty
named by the discoverer
or that Occam just happened
to be the one to stumble upon
the most simple answer
most sublime if not divine
were it true that the world
was round and not just a flat
and we don't fall off the edge
at the exact moment, that we
realize what a moment before
seemed a given
it would have been, so they say
necessary to invent God
on a gamble or a fluke
or at least to see that place
where there be dragons
since when we fall off the world's edge
we need to see four directions
and that still point in the middle
of nothing and everything
the apple is round too
as it fulfills the law of gravity
or good and evil force
does not fall up
or if one think upon
such rotund things
there be poets
walking the gold razor's edge
on any given most complex
explanation
even it it also
could have been
the most simple
would we chose the less simple
since poetry is not a science?
or for that matter not a religion?
we be glad to contemplate the dove
and the color is gray

[Kailashana]

Yum! That strawberry!

12/09

wardrobe malfunction


some folks are born famous
and there are no walls painted in verdigris
no fences to carry into the desert of recollection
or free association;
little boys and girls
who leave crumbs in the forest,
are eaten by the wicked witch--
no one taught them about hungry birds
and which path of exploration would bring
them safely home,
so every once in a while
the lost boys of never-never land
meet Alcott's little women, share a cup
of tea, just then when the boys are learning
some table manners, and the girls are learning
how to build forts of green trees,
the Mad Hatter appears on the scene
with the white-gloved, pink-eyed white rabbit,
rails
against Alice for breaking and entering,
and we're all going down
another worm hole,
truth is always stranger than fiction
and the simplest explanation is probably as
true as the next one.


~A

[revolutionrabbit]

down that hallucinatory hole
through that green fuse eternal blue
flying through diamond point infinite
a rose is a rose is a rose opens
innocent, unfolding days like petals
like a table revolving on a tea cup
cards flung on the air dance of
52 pickup, she was a rare dare
eyes like kaleidoscopes inviting
and daunting, a little fun house haunting
follow her past the sea horse curtains
the mad minds of a strawberry field yield
once awoke on blanket of new morning dew
pages of poems written in night dark words
torn out of blank books swirling on laughter
of the poet gods and fortune telling frogs