Be Alive Within

6 - Gone To Pot And Then

Wipe that smile off your face,

There’s nothing here to celebrate.

The world has gone to pot and then

Refused to turn and come back again.

And since it’s all so terrible here

Your life can’t be worth living

You insufferable optimist

 

7 - Non-Narrative Limerick

There's plenty of fruit in the orchard,

and most of it has gone quite rancid.

A bushel I'll pick,

I'll do it right quick,

and throw it at those who act vapid.

8 - Dark Sky Above, Windswept Sands Below

A dark sky above, windswept sands below.

A cliff face drops down to the sea.

Waves crash against grey walls of stone

beneath desert plants under foot.

Distant thunder peals over far dunes,

scents of ozone mix with salt.

Unseen the horizon is swept by the rain,

melancholy the shoreline waits.

The storm roils overhead, the desert beneath.

Inhale; exhale; be alive within. 

9 - Wonder Bread

White-golden walruses singing their song

of substantial gardeners we all thought gone

belabor the pointed sharp arguments we

try to ignore from the bright red oak tree.

Whispers of thunderdomes underlie what

the walruses singing are singing about,

distantly bringing a sense of great dread

to anyone worried about wonder bread.

To those the message of walrus is clear,

to any who pedestal wonder bread here

"your grains are unwelcome to raise up around

those who desire substance from the ground.

And if you come parroting such fluff as this

over the hills where the walruses tiff

you'd best be prepared for a hard time of bread

which we assume will pull teeth from your head

given the lack of substance you bring

carrying wonder bread under your wing."