Life isn't Fair

Today, as I walked to the bus stop while reading a blog other than my own, I had an interesting thought.
That's all.

It seems I never actually elaborated on the thought. At the time, I probably thought it wasn't very interesting.

And then, from the sky:

  "life's not fair, some die

early and others young; 

you yourself are a lucky one.

From billions of children 

from times long past,

where life never long lasts,

without running water, 

modern medicine, 

pasteurization."

S4

And you fit so nicely,
With twin iambs for feet
To step on sand softly
and to keep so neat.


No wood to step or splint,
or stick between small toes.
Lone bits of the earth in
the pockets of our clothes.


This poem was originally posted on the 3rd of April. The first stanza is kept in its original form, the second is brand new and replaced the old second stanza which I have destroyed, the final stanza was modified and combined with the closing rhymed couplet. I prefer the new version.


And so the third stanza was destroyed.

Mountain Clouds

my body is an array of sights and sound,
my love stands too close and is too loud,
my hopes are high, mountain clouds
obscure what is and is not allowed.

Mokepic

I don't know how anyone ever had the willpower to write an epic (poem).
I barely have the mental fortitude to write a mock epic, much less an epic.
Here are the first II parts of ?

Part I: Invocation


And let me spin a yarn for you,
(and maybe knit a sweater, too).
Where to begin? A muse, I asked,
Olympus? some laborous task?

Nay, better in medias res,
Or maybe out in the Midwes?
In Chicago and Chicagoo,
In Seattle and the road too.

Part II: Alpha


Nineteen hunder and three's ninety,
from those passionate loins burst me!
Come October, snow a-falling,
so comes yon stork, a-calling.