Can a zebra change his spots
or ever be orange –
run faster than a cheetah?
Well, maybe. Maybe not.
Why would a zebra want to?
Would you change if you could –
freckles, dimples, corkscrew hair –
whatever makes you you?
Why change what sets you apart –
even your sensitive
little baby feelings if
they come from your true heart?
You be you and I’ll be me.
That’s how it’s meant to be.
And the zebra? Well, let’s see . . .
He’s cheetah food for thought.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
yes [aye]
a-firm-
a-tive.
pos-i-
tive. a-
sser-tive.
open
air,wind-
o[w], door,
a mind.
John climbed
ladder
to yes
[Yoko]
and changed
the world.
a-tive.
pos-i-
tive. a-
sser-tive.
open
air,wind-
o[w], door,
a mind.
John climbed
ladder
to yes
[Yoko]
and changed
the world.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Xmarksthespot
I cannot forget,
but signs everywhere
exclaiming your name
stir buried regrets.
I cringe. Anger crawls
through skin over skull.
I feel how it feels
trying to escape.
Wish I could take back
the perfunctory
smile, “Thanks for coming,”
of our first meeting.
but signs everywhere
exclaiming your name
stir buried regrets.
I cringe. Anger crawls
through skin over skull.
I feel how it feels
trying to escape.
Wish I could take back
the perfunctory
smile, “Thanks for coming,”
of our first meeting.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
aspiration
Oh, what if? What iffing
till the fat lady sings –
what good does wishing bring?
With such imagined things
as silv’ry frog-ged wings,
large asses wouldn’t ding
at each every landing,
and bawdy ribit-ting
could conjure mighty kings.
Take a breath! Stop iffing!
Never forget flying,
but begin your living.
till the fat lady sings –
what good does wishing bring?
With such imagined things
as silv’ry frog-ged wings,
large asses wouldn’t ding
at each every landing,
and bawdy ribit-ting
could conjure mighty kings.
Take a breath! Stop iffing!
Never forget flying,
but begin your living.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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