My mother cannot leave me be —
she points and clicks repeatedly!
No stage in life is left uncaught,
no quest complete without one pic,
no outing done without one print.
My mother cannot leave me be –
she points and clicks repeatedly!
Each exploit is an o’er-turned stone
of purple shore crab memories
untainted by reality.
My mother cannot leave me be —
She points and clicks repeatedly!
There are no mysteries of time,
each snapshot proof of days gone by
in Kodachrome reality.
My mother cannot leave me be!
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ignorance is free
while truth costs 30 silver pence
April showers bring only sludge
that slowly birth the sun’s defense
winter cooks hibernate
their tarnished snores fill the air
ungreased wheels forget to squeak
while crowbars pry up penny nails
he burrows deep beneath the roots
and grants the cat his flapping tongue
questions hide from prying eyes
and books come in one color
the milk’s so thick it will not spill
the hotcakes mold and shrivel
with hair piled high, she sits alone
trapped by her fun-house image
as slow as eyes snared by insomnia
find your strength in sameness
you only need a single hand
to make our circle straighten
three seeds form
one to the pop and sizzle of man-made stars above
one in perfect intent and hope of family, forever formed
one by a spur-of-the-moment, well-stewed gamble
three seeds sprout
one uprooted to granite and sky
two twined together by fear and devotion
three hopeful buds, long divided
three seeds flower
one fears the stigma of pollen’s gift
one longs for pollen’s security
one grafts a new bud and seedlings emerge
three seeds mature
one clings tightly to past joys and tears
one scorns the common account of years
one builds up hope, help for posterity
