Craigellachie

born of lotus
flower

christ what a way!

here
transrational beasts

roam round
on ground

flat as stone

save for one
sharpened spike

crushed in iron.

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Stone Age

perhaps it's time
to parachute

one word
in lexicon

of science?

charity.

quickest way
to burn up

midnight oil
and a word

science may
one day

find useful?

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O! Canada

our culture?
snow.

a canadian?
sun.

a big empty place
with tons of space

blue & white mountains
forest greens fields gold

friendly heart
crossed with shield

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Window

there is a window.
more smudged human sweat

than stained proud visions
blake might have painted

but, for security
in this world of chaos

there's only separate realities

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Gluing Humpty

20th century perception
was major laceration
in fabric

of consciousness.
restore to wholeness

whole conception
of what roams
round Kosmos

and
for pete's sake-

cheer up!

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Beside Golden River

i remember my life as a soldier
in the hills of sumer,

how i died
an unremarkable death.

my shield
marked my grave

beside golden river

too many millennia
ago now to matter

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Horsefly

see what horsefly sees,
thousand eyed screen

cupped satellite dish
picking pulses everywhere

at once - ears ears

black winged bat
navigating night,

separating signal
from noise

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Holographic Jaguar

a walking skeleton,
dc batteries for brains

i don't want to need
to have to plug

into anything or anyone
for power or illumination,

my eyes rings you pull
on hand grenades soon

as enemy is sighted

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Sentinel

the sentinel
was not able

to complete the message.
ghosts released from shade

advanced in formation
across the well of dreams.

one dead sentinel
who saw their faces.

we know them only
by their backs

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Pop!

ego's basic fallacy
is rooted in perception

self is separate
from cosmos

rather than being
an intuitively wrapped

rainbow hue bubble
floating in an ever-moving

trillions year Kosmos
that's a verb

pop!

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