Five Short Poems

I.

Small things trip me up
Take today, all I had to do
Was put on pants, and I knew
If I got them on, everything else
Would come out right
But the pants
Were too tight

II.

"I am humbled to receive
         This humane Doctorate of Letters"
Huh- But wouldn't not receiving it
         Do that much better?

III.

Feeling lately
Like I’m witnessing
Time’s amazing disappearing act
 Hey Presto!
Now you got it
Now you don’t
 Conversations you
Didn’t ask for
With
 People you
Don’t care for
Till
One day the
Trick door closes but
Houdini doesn’t
 Come out again

IV.

What of the creatures

Who weren’t in the ark

What did they feel

In the dark?

Were there other gods who
Didn’t forsake them?

Who took them when Yahweh

Didn't take them?

Can there be stories for

    those left behind?

Can there be arks that –

   never mind.




A Prayer for All Occasions

I beg of Thee
Couldn’t things be
  Just a little bit better
  Than they are?

I often feel
I can stand a great deal
  But this is just going
  Too far