A bawdy day...

Sept. 12, 2008

A bawdy day...

Life’s journey as it passes through.

So the body dyes

water passing through

gathers colour and hue

amines as well

lend it tint and smell

why any bother

through mother and daughter

genomes tell tales

so do forks and whales

digesting the news

of another new bruise

shadow on earth

increasing her girth

no room for us all

silent swirling blue ball

footloose and fancy

cannot keep dancing

faster.

s-pawn

Wondering Woman

When I was a child I wanted to be Wonder Woman, armed with bullet-repelling bracelets and the lasso of truth. How many times they would have come in handy over the years, as well as that potentially problematic invisible plane. Now, if I were to possess these things, I would turn the lasso on my own neck to discover the truth. Would I be able to speak at all? Aren’t all words lies, only approximations of reality? The bracelets would make me drunk with power if they could repel the slings, arrows and sleights of the everyday. The everyday defeats the less-than-Wonderful Woman, I guess.