used to be tunes to listen to
not a descriptor of a girl,
but now I’ve met the genuine article.
And the Gates of Hell Shall Not Prevail Against It (pensée)
Behind the Pearly Gates, sure,
sometimes Simon Peter
ruminates on the etymology of “petrified.”
He has an eternity to mull it over.
After all that’s happened; wouldn’t you?
The People In Private (pensée)
(by Daniel R. Jones)
The people, in private,
rejoiced at the ensuing
Extinction Event.
For til now, they each tussled
with personal Doomsdays,
but now they had one to share.
On Writing (Pensée)
There have been years I tilled the soil of my mind,
weeding out the passe, banal thoughts before I sowed a single seed.
I meticulously cultivated the plot of land that is the page.
Those years yielded a handful of well-constructed, satisfactory poems.
There have been years I doused the sidewalk of my brain with herbicides
and all manner of thoughts not fit for human consumption.
Entire months passed when I neglected to set aside any time
for watering, composting, or gardening.
I didn’t expect a single fruitful thought.
Still, a handful of poems poked their way up through the cracks,
identical in quality to the others.
Maybe I have less to do with this than I thought.
Bez&Co 