More is not the answer

More is not the answer

Just a fork and one pea

A singular moon with

Stars in a waveless sea

After a bullseye why

Raise the arrow and bow

When there is nothing more

Than splitting hairs of know

Serenity pursues

Serenity pursues

As the traffic trumpets 

Cars divide and conquer

Undisturbed my compass

The sun sets yet darkness

Does not blanket this glow

This shy adagio 

Bairn gets nowt but this know

After the laughter threads

After the laughter threads

Are worn out from time’s treads

Attention to Life leds

In order to proceed

Still here as the sun slants

Promises kept and can’ts

Bonsai giant beanstalk plants

Joyous for each indeed

Failure is becoming

Failure is becoming 

Look at my failures darned

Evidence of effort

And in the end, no harm

Not chasing perfection

What is that by the way

Wanting for completion

Of a thought turned to say

Call them sheep or sheeples

Call them sheep or sheeples

Or fish in funnel traps

Clueless even if they

Were given exit maps

It’s not political 

It’s a mental issue

Fifth Avenue murders

Baked in bones and tissue

At times I wonder when

At times I wonder when

Yellow turns into black

Or possibly all white 

In the absence or lack

And if this bowler hat

Or top hat poetry

Will find a modern light

Or disappear wholly 

Eugene just made it in

Eugene just made it in

For breakfast at the church

Art galleries still closed

Too early for a purch 

He likes reading westerns

On a bench in the park

Drinking beer then sleeping

Under trees when it’s dark