Awakened

Time nigh
draws when
One would
wish to die ...

When baby
wanting screams
no time for dreams ...

Lack of drive spark
... due in part
to lack of inspire
in work and life

Thoughts reduced
low self esteem
where is sleep mine
under lunar shine

Raki, Turkish brew,
while body is at work
no one ever knew
imbibe whole night through

Spark of the tilt
of one's fez
rustling one's feet
on pavement there

Silly how, in past,
ghost minds wandered
passing nights
and gruesome morns.

Awakened after travel
out of flesh's bounds,
antagonized and blithering
in noisy, unforgiving towns.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1985)

Taco Tar-Truk

Information is anti-grav'ty
Exists as unknown entity
if anti-grav'ty exists
then how big is he?

Bubbles of universes
bent like taco shells
undiscovered intersects
where symmetry might dwell

Weightless in space
even while schwartzing the Greek
while making educated guess
button pusher on a streak

There, that explosion
sabotage, one may say,
Divine intervention ...
... it's the sauce ...
of the machine of the day.

It's a taco tar-truk
and a blemish on scale
of ten to the twenty tens
... power of snails


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell