A-Train of Thought Derailed

"Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin’ what one was never meant to be"
-Bob Dylan

A- Train of Thought Derailed

I'm taking a soundbite.
I'm looking at a set of porcelain teeth with grey, mudded crevices.
Hatred is purity elsewhere persuaded.

In his mother's arms, a baby
babbles on his harmonica hand.
The ground rumbles beneath us
and all the words tumble from cold, clean slabs,
and wriggle on the floor, awaiting reclamation.

OId Poem

There's no logic in biology, its eventualities and strains
No empathy in a climate that floods indifferent drains

No satisfaction with a sun that ends the solace of the night,
No serenity in the moon, or its parasitic light.

There's no reprieve in the shallow stream slippery with moss,
No glory in a victory that is someone else's loss.

Not water from a well can ease this universal thirst,
I have no demon ridding ritual nor talisman when I'm cursed

Stars fall without struggle, the heavens' sparkling lies--
Now I take my only liberties from your animating eyes.

Prufrocked

Too many humans melancholic,
borrowing from Eliot--
cello-wrap the mouths of mermaids,
still expecting them to sing.