It is said That Nova Scotia Harbors a broken land Near sand Of oceanica Adorned in plaid Terrain, lands Not flat Borough halls A king’s county calls Knowing that Their share is also Brooklyn’s
Author: T.M. Shorewick
Musician
There is an eternal condition They are a musician Each and all Over life’s space Quite fluent With all not just Themselves From gritty elves Even those now dust Instinctive to life spent Less any verbal trace Music to them a call From the ultimate magician All subject to masterful perdition
Face it, Life is Spectral
Life is spectral facing eternal dithering
Washing, Reusing, A Disposable
Washing Reusing A disposable Becomes feasible Once you know Where you’ll go Self centered fear Will quietly disappear The id Starts to skid The ego Pronounces no go Ergo A superego Makes you a proper Fancy flopper
The Coal is Delivered
The coal Is delivered The foal Shivered Its fuel bin Instinctively Took in Three Lumps Of growth The mare primps Her youth And repetition Echoes Wins the competition Eternity just flows
Wanda Just Astounds
Wanda just Astounds All must Do turnarounds In her Tobacco haze Rather Try this craze Forget the slit wrists Don't breathe Discover trysts That aleve Failed demise Then live Under the guise Of all do give
Cement Wreck in Delaware Bay
How ironical A cemented vessel But nothing special Watch a grand wreck Become a speck It’s jersey oh heck Gull shit Not lights Really all lit Eyes roam Three beaches No sea foam It sank Can't ashore wash Neptune’s prank
The Woods Intrigue The Surf Recedes
The woods Intrigue The surf recedes Little league Emotions Stutter With no notions Except utter Daring Attempts Learning No contempts Stymied Only By breed fondly
I Saw Her Tapping Telegraphically
I saw her Tapping Telegraphically Noticed another Who was A pinsetter Because Nothing better On his horizon Than death He’d rely on Before he left She’d then sew He’d return To each know The eternal burn
Ah, Deep Structure No Big Bang
Ah, deep structure No big bang Just new conjecture Reality would hang Oh so quiet Without time and space Than this riot All over the place Waiting for monkeys To arrive The first flunkeys To contrive A calendar With boundaries Watching a star Pooping ideologies Genetic time Does erase The sublime Sense of time and space