a conversation with the wind

When in the realm of too-sentient things I hollered and flapped and broke both  my wings I wailed and screamed and beat my breast The wind blew by And whispered, “Just rest.” I screamed to the wind that there was too much to do The wind agreed, that he was busy too. “Well, how can I rest, while I’m running this race? I never get ahead, a slave to serotonin, confined by time and space, You wouldn’t know! You just  swirl around, as free as you please.” And then the wind made an amused little breeze. “Me? Where I want? … Continue reading a conversation with the wind

Taxidermy of Ideas into Ideology

It looks alive, doesn’t it? The glassy eyes of the taxidermed hawk stare no mercy for the mouse he will never devour both wrapped forever in the limbic heat of attack   The real hawk is merciful when sated And takes a joyous victory lap.   Once a good idea becomes ideology the life has gone out of it It becomes a virus No longer creating joy or hope Merely replicating itself.   If we hear a good idea Then do the good idea it can grow and change and fly then die when it needs to become Food for … Continue reading Taxidermy of Ideas into Ideology