A few more poems…

8-25-11 — Endless White

At the end of the

Seemingly endless

Black blanket of stars

I imagine

Endless white

No shapes, no surface.

Bright, brilliant

A void vacuum.

Perhaps someday

All the blackness grows

The white will shrink.

How much white is there

When it’ll run out

What it is

Only God knows.

8-25-11 — Time to Get Busy

Time to get busy

Off my butt

Idleness…Devil’s workshop.

I was 18 yesterday,

Am 38 now.

Double my life,

And I’ll be 76

If I’m still alive.

Life is a short, brief, wispy vapor.

So much to do

So little time.

No more mourning

Self-pity sucks

I remember that Des’ree song:

You gotta be…

8-27-11 — No, Energetic White Powder!

No, energetic white powder!

I will never, ever try you!

Some say you fill them

With amazing energy

Lots of housework done

Writing accomplished

Weight lost


You create paranoia

You burn the nose.

You create rivers of blood.

Some desperately want to sleep,

But their internal electrical circuits are WIDE awake.

I will never try you

Because I fear

I will like you

Far too much

And will


Want to stop.

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