Metanarrative

It’s just another tragedy.

Not first, not last.  I know

Its algorithmic frequency;

A back page tale of woe.

With other lives, and other grief,

All bones in a mass grave

Of stolen years.  Prodigious thief

Who cares not for the brave.

The birds should stop.  The sky should fall.

Yet planets turn as though

The world sees nothing changed at all

By how that deal did go.

Is it a joke?  If so, it’s poor.

Cruel Bard, please change the plot.

I am not laughing anymore

(But you care not a jot).

And this will pass as age old pain

Will also pass and fade.

Not noted Queen, but rather rain

That falls on our parade.

Hot Air

It could have been a flight of crims

But boldness beat the Monarch’s whims

And saw a Marquis in the air

With valiant de Rozier.

The Laws of Physics hold this gift;

When things get heated, we get lift.

Crowds hotting up.  They’re on the rise.

The Social Aviator’s prize

Comes at a price.  Agitations

Create distance.  Atoms.  Nations.

So are we Men or molecules?

Perhaps we’re both.  Perhaps we’re fools.

Perhaps we shouldn’t aim too high –

Look up, not down, from that Big Sky?

We could try sideways and sustain

Another’s loss as our own pain,

So on our journey we might see

The sight worth seeing:  You as Me.

Black Triangle

Anarchist arrow. Pointing down. 
An hourglass frame contains 
My Muse. Perhaps 

Pythagoras would 
Frown to ponder 

Her hypo
Ten

Use

H5

So long, John

Whose tick lives on

How far we’ve gone

Past old London

How long, John?

Tick tock and gone

So far, so long

Long done, London

Long done, John

The sea was strong

Still time ticked on

And gone is long

John, watch long

The Harris son

Wind up and on

Your hour is gone

Raving

I soon discovered as the Truth

Is more oft spoken in our Youth

A clever writer uses tricks

And gives wise words to lunatics

We make a meter made to test

The holder of a cruel breast

Who pretty wit or fairer face

Would dedicated deed replace

When stupid censors fail to see

Beyond their own reality

In times like this we keep them glad

And share sane thoughts by going mad