Presbyopia

Hacking our way through the forests like some great conquistador we stumble upon instruction manuals left by those we have long since decided are of no real importance. In our understandings of momentum, things can only speed up, things never just go away. As if ne'er was there a problem with electrical impulses and the loss of information. Trapped in an old home with familiar walls, a kindred spirit has lost her dishes, all over again. Flat, lumpy planes and ever expanding spheres cloud our judgment as we try to observe through mathematical equation what is perfectly visible with the naked eye.

Ludicrous Circumscriptions

Instead of learning from mistakes

It seems we are forever doomed to repeat them

Our version of Roman aqueducts

Crumble beneath our feet

And red and white styrofoam cups

Taunting Pepsi lovers everywhere

Lie strewn on roadsides

To serve as a constant reminder

Of the realities of our lives

Towns change their names

Pleading for corporate giants

To just take notice

And offer even faster connections

To speed up the dehumanization process

As we blow the lid off Pandora's box

As we struggle to stay afloat

Ensuring our fast approaching end of days

At least in the sense

That we're now almost completely slaves

A global financial meltdown

Won't even slow us down

We'll pray to Mr. Buffett

Because theists are hypocrites
And money's what really makes the world go round
The solutions are simple, albeit expensive

So we'll offer our indentured servitude

Since the tightening of our shackles

Has already left us completely numb inside

Ecunemical Excursion

A trip around the world
Via international cuisine
Led to interesting results
Uygur Polo and Sweet Pea Soup
Raisins over rice
Yogurt spead on Pide bread
Fried mashed potatoes and Picadillo
And roasted bell pepper
Red and sizzling, slightly blackened
Cajun style
Risotto and breadsticks with Manicotti
Bright reds and greens
All covered in cheese
Followed by He Jia Tuan Yuan
Or Masoor Dal and Naan
Chile Relleno and Avacado salsa
The kitchen smells like restaurants
From all over the world
The counters are covered in flour
And bits of leafy vegetables
While some of it was delicious
I'm beginning to think
Perhaps I'm just not that worldly of a guy

Cultural Ambiguity

Tamales for Christmas Eve
Sauce picante for Santa day
And hamburgers for the new year
A sea of brown faces
Clothed in bright yellows and greens
A bright peacock
Rests on walita's shoulder
As she warms the comal
Around the corner, pale faces
With newly permed hair
Blowing softly in the breeze
Dilly-doopers in hand
Half breeds abound
In modern day relationships
Eh, c'est la vie
Soy un American Mexican French Indian
And such is my life

Aspasia's Alliteration

Argonautic ventures toward apocryphal ambitions will lead us straight to Avernus. As we cross the Aegean Sea toward the ultimate abomination of desolation that shall prove to be our Achilles' heel, we'll discover our search for ego will end at the Greek calends, or perhaps at the eleventh hour we'll find our Arcadian society without embracing the spirit of Ares. Instead of turning to anthrophagi we'll feast on ambrosia as we discover the truth behind our modern day Atlanta's race and embrace those wandering adullamites and become as rich as Croesus. The apple of discord is simply an illusion kept alive by modern day Amydaens with no interest in staving off Armageddon. the conclusion must be reached that as a tree falls, so shall it lie; ego's not just absent from the arena, it exists solely as an apparition of the allusion of self.

Four Seasons

Autumn
Cooler air brings
A myriad of colors
To the mountain side

Winter
Bitterly cold wind
Slashing violently, striking
Like whips on your face

Spring
Small purple flowers
Spread across yellowed pastures
Announcing new life

Summer
Alabama heat
Heavy with humidity
Soaks backs with warm sweat

Portending Calamity

Five minutes to midnight
One second from destruction
Digital clocks attempt
To keep it all under wraps
Straight lines in red
That offer some semblance of sanity
Everything turns to black and white
As if anything is really that simple
A stick in the ground
Offers more accurate readings
As the sun disappears
Behind artificial storm clouds
Bright lights blaze across the sky
And Gaia rumbles and groans
As She inches ever closer
To fixing the problem Herself
Even if set off by the introduction
Of too much energy into the ionosphere
Silent killers that infiltrate the mind
Providing docile sheep
That ignore the actualities
Of their so called reality