3 poems of October 22, 2008

Confession

I have a confession to make
my altered ego is a cat named Garfield,
a smart-arsed, wise-cracking
hungry-for-lasagna (I however, like
the spinach one.) and i get really annoyed
with wide-eyed Nermal types, and John,
sheesh! what was God thinking making
me his owner for crying-out-loud or maybe
meowing-out-loud, all these years and he still
doesn't know a thing about women, or cats,
but really, sometimes I imagine myself as
living a parallel life, an object in my own
home-made movie, once-in-a-while a
much-maligned heroine searching for my own
James Bond, never shaken but always stirred
(in my own imitable ways...)
and just like everyone else in this re-occurring
dream I dream, I've surviving the best way i
know how... one day-at-a-time, one dream
away from waking up permanently in someone
else's dream.



A New Earth


A New Earth

was always here,
now,
it was *I* who obscured
the light of the noonday sun,
it was my shadow
my dark dark shadow
that walked away lighter
than air,
drifting into another dream
of life in heaven as it is on earth,

A fiery finger writes the story in water.



It's Too Early to Be Late


It's too early to be late and yet
night has not let go his icy black
fingers around the neck of this
cold-as-November-chill-filled-day,
i wonder what my world would be
gathering on my oft-maligned
and much-purloined plate in this
always-moment that begets the next "right now",
if Michael had lived and
we would be cocooned in our own
secret love nest, but, as he would
say, (to my present regret),
our Buddha-natures had already made
plans for other plans, so what else
can i do but wonder-out-loud in another
angst-filled poem,
what would Jesus (or Mary) do in this
extravagant situation that serves no
revelation to no one, not even to me.