Dividing of Parts

To-day we have dividing of parts. Yesterday,

We had daily cleansing. And to-morrow morning

We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day

To-day we have dividing of parts. Lavenders

Sweetly pollinate each others' flowery fruits

     And to-day we have dividing of parts.

This is the strong man. And this 

Is the obedient woman, whose use you will see, 

When you have taken your vows. And this is the dowry,

Which in your case you have not got. The clouds

Float in the skies their white, indefinite forms

     Which in our case we have not got.

This is the heterosexuality, which is always released

With an easy flick from the mass-media. And please do not let me

See anyone using his emotions. You can do it quite easy

If you have any masculinity. The mossy trees

stand defiant, dark, and green, never letting anyone see

     Any of them using their emotions.

And this you can see is the penis. The purpose of this

Is to spread your seed, as you see. We can slide it

Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this

The miracle of life. And rapidly backwards and forwards

The heavenly moon performs its tides:

     They call it the miracle of life.

They call it the miracle of life: it is perfectly easy

If you have any masculinity: like the penis,

And the seed, and the sexuality, and the traditions

Which in our case we have not got; and the violets

Float amongst each others' flowery fruits and the tides going backwards and forwards

     For to-day we have dividing of parts.

Hills Like White Elephants 

They do not agree upon what is going to happen

Although he thinks that they do

She realises that she is trapped in

A relationship that has nowhere to go

She clearly loves one more than the other

He is too dumb to see

Or maybe he just cannot bother

But she knows who it is going to be

They drink away their troubles

Although her troubles stay

Her suggestions however are subtle

So his ideas will not go away

Their ways will maybe part

Although his solution may seem elegant

When he realises what is really in her heart

There might not be any white elephants

.but backwards and omitted, to turn it all poetic

Joshua trees tells of arthritic glory

They all fell on dead pictures 

Bar, weatherbeaten, roared dry songs

Screen doors came up miserable big steak dinner

Her face had to see supersonic pilot

Free steak dinner serve few pilots

The day was implausible and strange

No reverberation had become tremendous mid-afternoon 

Any case was never quite the chief

Another possibility did strategic breakthrough 

Wartime was hard brass

On the minds was directly among the people

The flight line was not to go be informed

The press put on top security orders

Wright Field break supersonic ship

Instruments checked out deadpan Yeager

"Machometer" could be picked up by the secret exchange

They had understood the High Lake

Aerobatics rolls back down and land at the world

A king's solitude was vast rocket fuel

He was faster than Heaven

Pilot had the top of the X-I

Space was simply looking too thin

Air had reached the same sun

The moon turned straight through the sensation

Yeager topped sonic like a bat

Jack guess poker-hollow Yeager's

They think it seeing Chuck

It heard many, Theodore von Kármán

The physicist heard the ground rock over that moment

Ol' machometer make off .96

The needle pinned elevator note

a night out

     As I make my path through the large mass,

Where people show their loyalty;

Under the beaming lights and loud bass,

I look about and feel empty.

As I make my choice to stay a bit,

Still with a black hole in my chest;

The feigned fun makes me utterly lit,

Yet sometimes I ought to give it rest.

As I make my night come to an end,

While I’m feeling a bit funky;

And trying my best to not offend,

Sick of always smiling monkey.

Out came car

Out came deer

Deer run far

Deer stop here

Out came car

Car has brakes

Brakes not thrilled

Despite driver shakes

No deer killed

Away went deer

Deer went far

Driver drank beer

Farther went car

Light turned red

Driver too drunk

Child right ahead

Car said clunk

Child was only five

Don't drink and drive

The Red Sun

A 5 minute poem

Under the red sun I lie

Seeing oceans passing by

By the cliff and mountain dust

And the looming towers of rust

Beauties of green lied everywhere

With buzzers and movers here and there

But now desolation reign supreme

In this dread necromantic dream

Soon the sun will fade to black

And leave this ancient ground in cold

The people will never again come back

They left in their ships so bold

My Little Rag Doll

My Little Rag Doll

I owned a rag doll when I was young,

I used to hug it and love it, all day long.

Of course some times I could be a bit rough,

and once, accidentally, ripped one of its arms off.

Another time, by accident no doubt,

one of its eyes popped right out.

Yes I remember, with no signs of mercy,

I could punch it, toss it, squash it, and get it quite dirty.

But no matter what I did – of course, I regret it all,

she would still smile at me, my little rag doll.

- MGL