Code Talkers III
Code Talkers III
Collection
Of carefully chosen words to
Deceive the
Enemy and a secret code
That saved the
Army and other militia.
Luck was on our side, the code
Kept our
Enemies guessing this
Radicle
Set of indigenous words.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Code Talkers III
Collection
Of carefully chosen words to
Deceive the
Enemy and a secret code
That saved the
Army and other militia.
Luck was on our side, the code
Kept our
Enemies guessing this
Radicle
Set of indigenous words.
the pillowcase
tiny safety pins
old magazines
my mother screaming
running through the house
in agony
trying to hold
her floppy twisted arm
a gift from my father
pillowcase from my pillow
third grade me
was dreaming on
now pins to it’s twin
lined with glossy stiff paper
encircling her pain
my little fingers fasten
sharp pins of safety
still a bit groggy
until I see dad
who scares me
wide awake
who scares hurt her
both of us
saying nothing
again in the
emergency room
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple locked in the hold of a ship
For forty days, off the coast of Venice,
Are in need of a good book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That this book should feature
Stakes no more severe than
Very rich young people
Very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice… politely accepted
That this book be read back to back
Five times.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple locked in the hold of a ship
For eighty days, off the same coast,
Are in need of the same book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That they will cast
Their own *NEW* *HOLLYWOOD* *ADAPTION*
(Names in lights)
(Set in rural Somerset)
It is a choice politely accepted
That they also cast the Radio 4
Comedy version.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple now released from their ship
But cast away from gentle streets of gondaliers
Are in need of some stability.
And so it is a probability, widely accepted,
That the next adaption should feature
A fully gender–bent cast.
Apart from Mel and Sue
As the Gardiners. Obviously.
It is a choice politely accepted
That Mister Hurst be correctly identified
As a cat.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That this young couple, having made dry ground,
Have now been living in close quarters for quite some time,
And have gotten in their heads a little bit.
It is a probability, widely… accepted,
That actually, no one knows this book
As well as them, that
The average man is wrong
About Elizabeth and Darcy.
It is a fact, agreed to mainly in self-defense,
That he is also wrong
About Mr Collins.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That this is tradition now. What would they do
To get to sleep? What? Read a different book?
Hm. Hmmm… No.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That, hey, this book is full of people
Completely silent, wholly uncredited
Where are all the servants?
What are all their names?
It is a choice politely accepted
To stay up researching regency household staff
For six hours.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple on their fifth circuit
Have developed something of an obsession
Realistically.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That THIS read-through comes with a LIST of names
And character bios. Of forty-eight servants.
And a tenant farmer.
Also very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice politely accepted
To interject their tales throughout into
The body of the text.
It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple, something like settled,
Their days of adventure not quite behind them,
Are still in need of a good book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That a sixth read-through should begin.
With stakes no more severe than
Very rich young people
Very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice, unusual but cherished
That this book be read bit by bit,
Back-to-back.
Every night.
Every night.
Every night.
The repeating refrain at the start of every stanza is taken from the first line of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.
…Which at this point, I know quite well.
running problems
i.
Running
From a lion-sized
Yawn I’m caught
Exhausted keeping
This misfit mishmash
Of survivors running
ii.
Running argument
With Ryan ongoing
Never resolved
& as for this year’s
Nobel Prize nomination
Definitely out of the running
iii.
Running nose
Dribbling onto a shirt
Worn 9 days running
soft landing
this rough and tumble
of life’s path
Running scared
running low
running into
running next to
running two for one
running away
running over
running under
running a meeting
running against
running out
running on borrowed time
and just plain running
Running away from
Is more important than
Where you’re running to
The danger may be behind
But you can’t run faster
While looking back
Just recall every slasher victim
Who fell while they did
A man can beat a horse
From a standing start
Over short distances
I don’t have to be faster
Than a lion
Just faster than you
If you run far enough
You’ll end up where you started
And probably die tired
The race isn’t always to the swift
But that’s the way to bet
And even a determined tortoise
Can beat a lazy hare
If he just keeps running.
Running
Up the stairs,
Along corridors,
Along the beach,
Down the street
Over the bridge
Down the stairs
Running
Physiology
Our prehistoric brethren
knew it was time for bed
when the eldest pack member
began to yawn, setting off a string
of other yawns, as empathy
within a well-matched pack
demands we yawn as well.
Yawns cool our big, overheated
brains and set the stage for deep
sleep once again. We must receive
deep sleep in order to wash our brains
clean of daily waste, cerebro-spinal
fluid clearing away the sludge
our brains produce each day.
i’m never going to see the future
i wish i could
even if i couldn’t participate
i wish i could
to see if we propel past petty squabbles
i wish i could
to see the end of time
i wish i could
to see the inevitable collapse of the universe
i wish i could
to see the “explosion” of a new one
i wish i could