Training

The short songs do long serve

The short selves we do place

On long shelves we do sieve

On short shelf lives we please

The long lives we do ease 

Into lives shelved at ease

The beers hold in your hand

The bills told you will stand

Get off now while you can

This train is your tran------

[cuts off]

To Will and to Tell

Here in the Switzerland of our mind

We have the haves, but we have not have nots

The grass blushes that it is lush

And the chocolatier just across the hill

Has the way and has the will

To mix in milk and lower the bill

So to be Swiss is bliss

Cantons can tons of proof supply

Other countries of how they're subpar

Where every question is addressed

Democracy is far from dead

But, to be sure, this is only in our mind

That the Swiss are to us so unkind 

It is our own failures we dread

When gazing at the grazing cattle

In our head.

Event Related Potential

If I could speak of what I cannot speak:
It would be more than the bear could bear.
Police with ears in wax,

Lest sirens of justice tax
Greed and cowardice,
Covering their tracks.

Reporters take heed:
Lay low, there is no need
To uncover truth.

In truth,
You don't bring new sense:
You are a nuisance.

So stay meek,
And do not speak
Of what you cannot speak.

Lovejoy, Nostalgia, Treasure, Outside the Bubble of Time

Come along now,
For the trinkets and laces
The goblets and traces
Of laced poisonous faces
Nods on flinters lint
Dropped dead gorgeous hint
Crime’s your uncle and
Hide your carbuncle
Lest you be seen
At the crime scene
And spotted for
What you plotted

At the market fish soft
Fills the air, so fresh
You don’t mind it’s not
Duck roasting, but sea
Calling fresh salt-brine
Spraying ‘gainst granite
Element on element
Thinking in my element
Til, lacking a few breaks
My head nearly breaks
Trying to fill gaps and peer
Between the planks of a Pomeranian pier

It was here!
I exclaim
As I pace nervously to and fro
Counting paces
Recalling countless places
Where I could go wrong
While seeking treasure from the leisure
Of my own fleeing years
“St. Mary’s Church and Main Town Hall”
Fading postcards of nostalgia
VHS tapes of screeching line-asia
Palin ship-horn leaves-port Asia

It was here!
All in a dream.
Untangled like a present
In fine wrapping paper
The present was the wrapping
By someone who tried ever
More vigorously than I
The present was in the giving
The present was to be in 
The present, in the presence
Of someone greater than I.
Greater than I,

Hue to the end

the night sighs to a close
and as the dust settles from portal stars
so arise questions of circumstance
if it is bidden to be beholden
then holding moon and napping sun
will be freeing Sabbath, mean den Sabbath
but not all is helpful, my son