Moon talk

By night we point laser towards our moon

And when it hits, we see it makes its mark

Getting a sense of place in this universe

A microdot, red and clear in the dark

A tilt! Flick wrist, margin of error

We miss this circling cratered core 

Beams travel deep, away from their target

Seek out a surface we’re yet to explore

Doctor

The sign says the doctors are in So we go

In the dark doorway away from the home

The doctor, assistance, say Here to repair 

Either the bones or relationships

Here to trepan and to drain excess grief

Plaster a tear in the hole of your sole

Take the scalpel, take the arm

Is it bone or brain today sir?

Fences

I sit on the bench like it’s the right thing to do

But that’s not a bench it’s a fence to you

So I sit and I hum for all that I’m worth 

But the humming and humdrum plunge down into earth

Why don’t you listen to observations, deductions

Why don’t you see my sharp evidence?

Why can’t we change or affect what we see

It’s because you are here on this fence with me