Poetry

Nostradamus
Pyramid of Joser
Ghetto Head
The Purpentine Purp
Poem
First Golden Age of America
Haiku

Nostradamus

The Our Lady man says
And it may be true:
“There's a fork in time comin',
For me and for you—
And our choice will be made
By two thousand and two.”
Well, I don't believe “Nos”
Is one hundred percent,
But just to safeguard
Our specie's ascent,
I vote for “The Good”,
(You know what that means)
Armageddon's the alternative,
With all it's bad scenes.
We've played out that drama
Ten thousand times ten.
Let's try something new—
Let humanity win!

Pyramid of Joser

Why, Joe, why?

Why hew the rocks?
Why stack the blocks?
Why make so neat a pile?

To show the way—
To show we may
Continue quite a while?

Old Joe, I'm sad.
Oh. Joe, too bad—
We're going out of style.

Now we must say,
It's thrown away;
We've failed our longsome trial.

(December 5th 1999)

Ghettohead

When your head's a ghetto,
You always take it with you.

When your mind is small
You're up against the wall!

You can go to Timbuktu
Or Tennessee—

Hey, man, you're in prison
Even when you're free.

The Purpentine Purp

The purpentine Purp
& the merpentine perp
Roused and abroused
On the furpentine furp.

Poem

There is no time like the present,
There is no bird like a pheasant,
There is no worker like a peasant.

First Golden Age of America

People of the future
And slaves of the machine:

I was of that Golden Time,
I was of that mythic generation.
The first Golden Age of America

In linear reality
Life must build on what went before–
You dream of Eden.