Paramnesia

Your message is too long
     or maybe it’s the number of rings
     it takes
     to get through
     that eternity
by the time I get to the beep…
     Why am I here?

Before the Tribunal; excerpt

I do, and you should visit my blog, as long as you’re mindful that no category is any less important, well maybe Site Issues—unless, you too find poetry in the absurd.

He shouts in a mad pirouette
But, of course you know that!
You shadowy judges
That hold my fate in skeletal fingers
I  am to trust,

I would encourage one to visit a Poet…

I am changing the name of this site to
A Poet in Progress
I will be Apip
[on your domino!]

Look, here, you points
All you waving fingers here
Are to
Mindfully observe the path
and give me the respect
of reconstruction.

You are workers with blueprints
You are to build.