Poem Found In A Discussion With William Golding About Lord Of The Flies

attempt to trace
the defects of society
to the defects of human nature.

the shape of a society
must depend
on the ethical nature
of the individual.

then adult life appears,
dignified and capable,
enmeshed in the same evil
as the children.

the officers,
having interrupted,
prepare to take
the children in a cruiser
which will be hunting its enemy
in the same implacable Way.

[yet] who will rescue
the adult
his cruiser?

Poem Found In A Discussion With William Golding About Lord Of The Flies

Poem Found in My WordPress Feed

billions of WordPress.com posts…

9m ago, it was just a jellyfish.
12m ago, he took her right hand and continued but
21m ago,  where, in the end,
28m ago, in the future, trucks could run on poop.

32m ago, an IBM 7094 was the first computer to sing,
“42m ago, all the people that I tagged as friends and
52m ago, you made me feel safe, I never felt like I was alone!”
56m ago, a clutch unchaperoned.

57m ago, with most of the rich kids cowering in the airport…
1h ago, is this a painting?
1h ago, perhaps my perspective will change.
1h ago, die with glory!


With thankful eyes to:

Eyes + Words
Exponential Epigram
Jason Weisberger
Frank Solanki
Man of many thoughts
Moly, The Hodge and The Podge or vice versa
Rob Beschizza
mopana, look around!
sarahylockwood, The Critiquing Chemist

Poem Found in My WordPress Feed

The Waterwood Box, 32

Catch up!

The Admiral turned to another urchin on the bench. “Commander, instruct the pilots to bear us toward Tiskaloo. We shall inquire about the disturbance and return this lost creature to his miserable home.”  The Commander’s spikes shook and the urchin rolled off the bench to squeak the Admiral’s orders to a nearby urchin. This urchin then rolled a ways and squeaked orders to another urchin. This process continued until the orders found the pilots’ ears and the manta ray glided off in the direction of the water-folk city, Tiskaloo.

Adam tried to stay as quiet as possible and thankfully, the Admiral didn’t press him much. Other matters aboard the manta required Admiral Pinch’s attention, which meant that Adam sat alone, half-reclined on one of the benches. The manta’s slow, gliding movement through the water kept him pushed back into the bench. Had he the desire, Adam could have easily got up and swam around but for now he simply enjoyed a moment’s quiet. He was frightened and surrounded everywhere by urchins, but the lazy way the manta moved relaxed him enough that he fell asleep.

Adam dreamed he was home. It was a Saturday. He was in his bed. Outside, his father mowed the back lawn and something smelled delicious downstairs. He got out of bed and looked through one of his windows. Sure enough, there was Mr. Might pushing the mower and bobbing his head to the beat of whatever music played through the portable CD player that Adam always teased him about.  Adam paused, sniffed the air, then turned his head to get a stronger sense of the smell. Pancakes.

He bolted from his bedroom still in his pajamas, practically slid down the stairs and almost slipped on the last step. The smell of pancakes filled the air. Adam’s mouth watered.

The Waterwood Box, 32

The Plowman Shall Overtake the Reaper Yet Still The Heat Death Of The Universe Don’t Take Kindly to Organic Produce

We only find abdominal bliss
After we sign for the package
Left upon our crooked doorstep
By a maudlin brother grim

Our final results were sown tangentially
Once we spat brown, broken seeds
Into the cracked and wicked soil
That sat long waiting for revenge

In our distant, spacious futures
Most make love to ghostly figures
Instead, I peer toward between spaces
And sharply whisper your bright name

The Plowman Shall Overtake the Reaper Yet Still The Heat Death Of The Universe Don’t Take Kindly to Organic Produce