He was an eidetic Though illiterate Replete with rhetoric Able to berate With vision myopic All print stood near Well literally blind He could only hear His mind would wind In an atmosphere Where he’d remember Unable to read Alphabetic ambler Of a creed Most stammer So ebooks Saved his day Elemental crooks Letting him stay With intellectual schnooks
Author: T.M. Shorewick
Carving a Tunnel
Carving a tunnel Rhapsodising Time is a funnel Nothing surprising An arch rises One collapses No surprises Just lapses Untouchable For bad grammar Yet knowable So far As a joke Can travel Under a yolk To unravel The way To a tunnel's end And play Time’s endless trend
A Homeless Junkie
So here you see Me No differently A homeless junkie From Some scum Seeking a slum To become A novitiate Put food on a plate Graduate Clear the slate Evolve Your resolve Dissolve Lack of love
Why Gaze West
Why gaze West
You dallied in Dover
Gay Headedly distressed
White cliffs
Span an ocean
Revolutionary tiffs
Aquinnah
Knew North East
Yet shared their feast
Gosh
Gosh
He broke
His appointment
Ginger
Don’t get so
Steamingly close
We
Were here
First
The Stars
The stars And birds Ride them like cars Without words But their blems Know birth Beyond problems Of any girth Shoreside Or up the hill All fauna slide Just for the thrill They are bars Fed by turds Towards Dominance lacking words
Time is a Crime
Time is a crime Where every clock Will climb To some top rock And ring In a cadence Pretend to sing Reality so dense Only a human Can hear But the greater plan Will tear The watch Off the wrist Of Sasquatch And insist That time Is an artifact Fosterer of crime A human fact Which holds veracity Among those Accepting tragedy When eternal doors close Information is rife And timeless Known cause of life Found in each caress
The Saddest Part of Verse
The saddest part of verse Reliance on language Forces poets terse A need to temporarily engage With timing A phony beat Against living Ultimate timeless retreat But so much information A bard must squash Via muted intonation As compacted temporal trash Random information Sweetens linguistically Verbal versification Of polyglot humanity
A Pachyderm
A pachyderm
Glances around
Willing to squirm
Sans sound
No ivory
Nor tubular snout
But auditory
To all about
With eyes
In a strange place
It tries
To replace
Sound
With hue
And resound
Forgetful too
During a Sweep
Should a wolf
Or an eagle
Need nasal relief
Respitorially inequal
For one
There’s a beak
Just for fun
The other might speak
Nasally
But sniffing
Usually
Unlike high piping
During a sweep
There’s the smell
Over a heap
Both know so well
So the nose
And the eye
Neither oppose
Light, odor from the sky