Elements of Conflict

Step right up now, place your bets
in one corner, soaking wet
with third-degree burns from spilled tea.
Over there her missus be
curled up in fetal agony
a baseball bat next to shattered knees
Oh what's that? Who won the fight?
they're both dead now, bonne nuit, good night!



in the cool breeze downcoming
with the ever-growing night
she rides a wave of suffering
red and green her running lights
strews broken glass in boxing rings
prowls about and looks for fights
oh this flying octopus
is bloody, wild and dangerous!



Two measley nothings
versus two orders of magnitude
let's do the fun things
math lectures can be boring and rude



This poem won't be pretty
but it will be elegant
kindness is irrational
and so are we: We a runt!
take a look! they're shining now
our two sickles gleam, you howl
a fountain of blood so hot and wet
then we dance in the rain so we forget.



we like to pull the legs off mice
we bury our victims in the yard
mounds like enormous molehills dot
the lawn, indistinguishable from the sod
we claim that those who visit us are
enlightened by our wisdom and heart
but there're some hands sticking out of that cauldron just there
bubbling warmly over the hearth



The only point to anything is whimsy and killing time.
meet your Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs and you're free to write some lines
telling stories, singing songs
dancing merrily along
what higher vocation could there be
than to live as if you're free?