TIME ELAPSE Y2KXV

Insomnia and Hypersomnia

I can’t stay asleep, I can’t stay awake.

The hours are seconds the seconds fade.

A moment too soon arrives without haste.

Where are the comforts of love and love’s names?

Its generously timid arrangements?

What has come between is a mystery

that grows just as when a century fades

I once wrote a poem called, “Goodbye, Don’t stay.

Take your second millennium to fate

I’m done with you twentieth century.

Leave and take with you your ignominy.

I hardly have said it when suddenly

The fifteenth year of the decade has come

CASTRO AND REAGAN

Castro and Reagan in each other’s shoes

As One mumbles Frank Sinatra lyrics

the other computes the price of fresh wick

replaces the candle and lights the fuse

No man’s an island if he can be two

The sentinel guard that history wrote

and the undisputed record of war

never gained nor ever ventured or fought.

From his oblivion the actor

crosses the pantheon dragging his robes

heavier than he is for he is a ghost

the weight a phantom wears is forever

As the island is becoming a man

the man is becoming a continent.

Consolation of the Consul

Our Friends the Consuls appreciate Us.
They receive us with Justice on their Lips.
Yet they won't speak it they presume as much.
It's useless to be a Poet, Useless,
Who wants to hear of the evidence, huh?
THat's not painting a nice picture you know
The industries, businesses, and tourists
Don't expect us to notice you're bothered
With the system for system's machine sake
Politics are not jokes of miserables
But the stuff of gentlehood assasins
The root cause of nothing concerning death.
Life's not for Everyone Get over It
Some of us are not meant for Existence.

Langston and Love

Langston in the balcony grows restless

notices the accented syllable

runs off the page like a son of a gun

it steadies itself in a joke or two

what of the evening what of the heather?

isn’t it lovely as a dream that cares

that sates beauty with reason or reverse

it grants that as people we are the worse

we have no chance of survival that’s not

a mere chance made of heaven sent last shots

--what does it say of the human race when

the last chance will come and go round again?

We still exist in a vacuum of love

While Love has pursued us to its last Move.