Sans Suffering

Sans Suffering

When a young boy shoots a robin
[as they all do] via slingshot
there is an unthought thought amok.
It's all about death sans suffering.
He thinks it, approaching his quarry.

There he finds much squirming.
A beak saying nothing, but distended.
Legs a'kick, entrails exposed.
Much death delayed.
Beaucoup de morte a retarde.

And I say to you that if in that moment
the lad does not throw the weaponry from his body
he shall find it a hard thing indeed
to become a man.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Late Night Toast

Late Night Toast

You read the title, and think
-- nocturnal alcoholics --
One more nip at the bottle.

But the truth is, one snore
woke the other.
And turning to her, he said:

Jesus Christ, are you as hungry
as I am right now?

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

you make me

you make me

believe in electricity / see junk in clouds
laugh at the simple / not fear crowds
wish every day were ten / gasp for air

dream good dreams / miss your scent
salivate wet / not regret money spent
fortunate beyond measure / hard there

own the world and environs / think deep
walk slightly behind you / quietly weep
long for your ankles / hate your enemy

love the next sentence / conquer fear
know what art is / smile, when near
surround who I am / me, me, me --- me

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

The Stone

The Stone

chill into his teeth rattled
mountain stream traversed
he found a slice of bliss

this was placed here for her
making a way to his pocket
-- she needs to have this

back in the boat feeling
the white equator in his hand
faint ridge needing no eye

two blackened halves
drawn together before either
knew why

-- he became a believer
-- she needs to have this

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Arcturus: Two Ages

 
Arcturus: Two Ages

On a night, follow the arm of The Big Dipper, left
and down. The next brightest thing you observe
has two ages, thirty-seven -- and many billions.

Much larger than our own sun, and older, bright
before anything ever known, was. Exploding
prior to a flagella quivering on Earth -- it burned.

Two ages. Thirty-seven -- and many billions.
The first has everything to do with your eyes.
The latter, a reminder, that the universe itself

is doing
quite well -- whether
we exist
or not.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --