Breath

stops

as soon

as you try

to hold it. Hoarded

manna breeds maggots, and power

storage typically involves some sort of battery.

Wind cannot be contained, and when

harnessed it becomes

something else,

hostile

to

birds.

Wise 

tree,

delight

to the eyes,

lies at the center 

of Eden. Ah, man the master!

You cannot always

have your fruit

and eat 

it

too.

He

has

brought us

once again

into the garden,

between trees ripe with beautiful

fruit. We can choose life

or judgment

of right

and

wrong.

I

stand

before

the tree of

judgment and morals,

and see that the sages spoke truth.

The fruit is good. If

we eat it

we shall

be

gods.

We

are

alone.

Egyptian

gods and whips have ceased

to goad us. We do not yet dream

of freedom. Each night

we are still

grasping

at

straws.

 

First

the

baby

fell asleep,

followed by my arm.

I'm glad about the baby, but

I wish that my arm

would wait for

the rest

of

me.

 

Do

not

settle

too soon. Let

slow residual

sediment float uneasily

down thrpugh deep and cloudy waters until everything

is unexpectedly softened,

transformed to velvet 

by a fine

layer

of

dust.

The

whirl

wind will

not be still

and the earthquake won't

cease to clatter like loud cymbals.

It is all just noise.

I await

the voice

of

peace.

The world is full of sex and drugs and rock-
a-bye-baby. In retrospect, perhaps we should
have been more concerned about the lullabies.
The swaying motion preserves a sense of safety.
It does not preserve the actual baby,
which I may, even now, be throwing out with the bath.
Excess caution always comes with danger,
and this is no exception.

Why

did

the new

born kitten

cross the road? There are

no answers,

only

punch

lines.

Fidelity

Good old Castro was a campesino (We think it rhymes with Reno, but what do we know?) And when he left his rustic roots behind, He always was most generous and kind. Believing beans and rice to be the best, He saved that sort of food for all the rest. Humble Castro, former campesino (Perhaps it rhymes with rhino. How should I know?) Subsisted mainly on roast pork and veal; Proving his ideals at every meal. He fasted from the pleasant peasant fare, But still produced vast quantities of air.

Be

ware

the mill

stones: heaven's

kingdom is at hand.

Where last are first, the children stand

in for God. The wheel

turns: beware

lest you

be

crushed.