On The Street Where I Live

On the street where I live

Corner Rose and Tulip

Love and rejection intersect

The taking and the purging

Adoration and detestation

Religions of the mad

Sanctifying the sad

War and devastation

Building houses in the sky

They fall and still you wonder why

Sand, guardian of cerulean sea

Would have been better

But for the mountains of delusions

Offers of company and currency

From across the greatest ocean, vast divide

Growing older in comfort and misery

For lost love and prideful hurts

Casualties of weird know no bounds

Atlas shirked his titanic task

The gods condemn mortal foibles

Forgetting they are of clay themselves

I live on a street

Where doves hawk wares

Unaware of the fear that makes

The world go sensurround

Getting off is not an option

But, please, do so

Get off on your private kicks

The gents will soon have no dames

The streets will soon have no names

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The Arrogance of Stephen Hawking

The arrogance of Stephen Hawking
is the insistence of humans that they matter
more than something else.
Big Bang, theoretical physicist, which came first
the physicist or the bang?

Hawking once straddled the faith fence
not committing to one side.
Later changed his mind
with gravity pulling his ego down
to the molten core
where everything melts
including event horizons.


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Did you do it for love?/Did you do it for money?/Did you do it for spite?/Do you think you had to, honey? – The Long Run/The Eagles

Marrying for Money

Not expecting marrying for money’d be this bad
No sex for love, no sex for love
Security, comfort, prestige -- unworth the air printed on
Sow the seeds of lust, barren feelings field
Birds, insects feast on unburied seeds
Thorny plants choke seedlings
The foolish man builds a house on mud
The foolish woman believes middle class is sad
Dead is sad, indifference mad
Not expecting marrying for money’d be this bad