Dimmer Switches

We all see so narrowly,
of a wide band, we perceive only a sliver,
parading over our objective,
a parody around the ingrained judgments we live by.

And in this highly subjective light,
it seems so easy to be critical,
and so difficult to find anything good,
to be sure, everything we cast our gaze upon,
has much that might possibly be wanting overhaul.

My eyes are already not what they used to be,
and perhaps I would understand what I touched on,
if I weren't to look, but it's all about perception,
whether we are satisfied or anxious,
and what holds weight in our world, our tiny skulls.

A Thought takes Shape

short, sharp, jumpy fin-
stubbed, trigger-happ-
stunted, jagged, stuttering fingers,
pointed, solid, triangular, bony joints.

Building cube-like, block-type,
stacked one-on-another boxes,
towering rectangles that stretch,
and catch the eye with every twitch.

fixed ears, boxed passages,
jagged slopes, gradual mountains,
stashed cinders, old tails and tags,
all to render your mouth asunder.

To mass my thoughts:
how often does the sun glint
past the eye into our sense of happiness,
when does the morning mist comfort
the nose as well as our inner cloud?

A Simple Sum

Careful what you sell,
what you call your own,
may not be so,
and what is,
you may find yourself needing later.

The admiration of more than you possess,
will lead only to fret and fury,
especially what you cannot have,
will make you throw off what you do,
following your nose may lead down a pit.


Stick your neck out,
for the right things,
it will help you value them,
and lose the crooked knots we often hold.

Remembering is Hard

Like a child wanting to grow up,
but only desiring the sweet desserts,
I follow you when I want to become more,
my nose leading me to winding wisps,
like Siamese twins pulling each way.

If I were given wings I might explore the sea,
in an effort to understand the fish,
and only remember my members' purpose,
as I failed to breathe in the atmosphere,
and emerged waterlogged onto the beach.