Treasure-Troving

Digging in the sand I hunt for treasure

Bliss hides in a trunk too big to measure

Yes, I see a loving love up here

Yet, there is the dirge of life to fear

Digging deep my fingers start to bleed

Soon I’ll have enough to go to seed

Soon I will unlock a secret plan

I will be a ship to sail on land

I will be what I have always known

More than just this flesh and bone on loan

More than clever boat to stay afloat

I will be the one with psychic goat

I will own an island and the sea

Men will kowtow chin stuck to their knee

I will find myself and find such peace

All ink dripping words will surely cease

(Huh, this joy was not trapped in the heart)

(Huh, it can’t be bludgeoned from fine art)

Digging in this mess — where is my treasure?

Soon I’ll dig up bliss too big to measure…

©

agw

 

Raining Pirates!

Raining tigers and their cages, raining candy, raining clown

Raining tickets for the circus, raining joy that could abound

Raining rooks and raining chess boards, raining blocks and raining books

Raining India, and Yoga, raining fish and raining hooks

Raining horses never ridden, raining clouds that just gave up

Raining stars once shy and winsome, raining rivers gone a muck

Raining thoughts of bleary bishops, raining red shoes for the poor

Raining buildings none too balanced, raining all of that and more

Raining movies, raining moguls, raining me and raining you

Raining Bogart, raining Bergman, raining Catholic, raining Jew

Raining Muslim, raining pilgrim, raining Isreal and Pope

Raining walls that weep and planes too weak and reindeer without hope

Raining Christmas, raining Birthdays, raining door mats, raining tears

Raining parents from beyond their graves and children left with fears

Raining loneliness and Jesus, raining poverty and sin

Raining roses straight from Mary, raining barflies, raining gin

Raining yesterdays and captains, raining ships and raining oars

Raining pirates, raining sorrow, raining sand and raining sm’ores

Raining comfort, raining pepper, raining salt and forks and spoons

Raining Panama and Cuba, raining zebras and baboons

Raining pencils, raining paper, raining all first days of school

Raining homework, raining teachers, raining principals and rules

Raining freckles, raining comics, raining silk and raining lace

Raining crickets, raining strollers, raining the whole human race…

Heart of Plastic

I have a heart of plastic — my brain is full of sand

My soul is made of wiffle balls — your wish not my command

I feel you in the shadows — your horns are shining bright

(There’s nothing here inside my frame, to warm your flesh tonight.)

So heed my lust free warning — hold close the pain we love

Look not to me for holy wine — but to the black above

©

agw