She Is Like Water

She is like water –
Seventy percent of my world.

She is like water –
Almost unbelievably common.

She is like water –
She washes the day's grime away.

She is like water –
Almost unbelievably awesome.

She is like water –
Perfect, by nature or design.
She is part of me –
Temporarily mine.

Anecdotal Proof of Chemical Imbalance in the Human Brain

Today, I did things I should
Things I wanted
and thinks I should want.
I read, wrote and studied.
I listened to good music
and used the one-track repeat
For one charitably called lousy,
The kind that gets me excited
Though I only sort of like it,
and then I ran around like
A low, wide, wild man-island
Pushing up with only the sea around me.
Then I joked and I talked,
and for the first time in a long one, I listened,
The first time this week I was present and not missing.


It's hard to believe I was depressed when I woke up this morning.

Molten Core

I simmer and seethe with a molten core,
Which ripples and roils, just waiting to roar,
With a furious fire that thirsts for fuel,
Too violent and thoughtless to truly be cruel.
Or perhaps the truth is that I am the core,
Painted up fancy to look like I'm more.

Branches and Roots

The heart has thousands of branches and roots
Spread high as the forehead and deeper than boots,
Drawing forth sustenance, pushing forth waste,
Growing as needed, as anchored in place.
and as trees play the pendulum, swing in rhythm and creak,
So does the heart keep time, thump and beat
From its place on the left, felt by nerves going right,
Asleep's still awake to the rhythm of life.

On Our Planet

The greatest force on our planet is polar, but not magnetic.
It's soft and yielding.  In small quantities it seems almost pathetic,
But in great torrents, it carves canyons and cliffs and great natural steeples.
Goldilocks would love it.  Too much or too little is lethal.
It's clear.  It's barely there.  It seems you can hardly see it,
But it seems like it's everywhere and you always seem to need it.

Strange

Wolves live in families and run miles of range,
So no one's surprised or considers it strange
That when dogs are in great numbers and small spaces caged
They react strongly, with violence and desperate rage.
Ancient humanity lived as wolves, in their day,
So why are we shocked when we react the same way?

Arranged

Theirs is a high-rising life, arranged in columns or rows.
They don't have to be told to live thus. They just know
That the work is their life, the rewards not theirs to hold.
The know not to think about it, but they'll do it 'til too old,
'Til the time comes that they need shoving aside, and replaced.
There's no membership here. They're just bodies, fill space.
They don't ask what they work for or consider it, unseen.
This is right. It's assumed. To question is obscene.
They produce, but don't keep, distributed sustenance to score.
They just get their signal, get up, work some more.
When they're waking, they're working. They don't get much sleep,
and neither do we.