There are some whose personalities
And if they are not liked
No one will seek them
But if they are
They are best caught in leather boots
Since attractive personalities
Are easily slipped into.
For just as the personality is one and with many variations, and all the variations are of the mind though many, they are still of one mind, and so it is with the body. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I only belong to the boot.” The hand agrees for it is a variation of the foot.
That if she tells all who ask
Who she is
Then that would mean
Revealing her imperfections,
That is why she has a special friend
Who goes with her
And tells her story instead.
Two are better than one, because they have reward for their toil. For if one falls, the other will lift up her fellow. But woe to her alone when she falls and her special friend cannot lift her up! When they lie together, they need warmth, but how will they keep warm? Thus when new flesh arrives, a threefold cord is harder to break.
Insects and Wizards
There were once powerful wizards
Who looked to punish transgressors
By turning them into insects,
And with traps made of bamboo
Tantalizing and sensual,
Wizards would capture them whole
And burn them over fires
Sending the rogue souls farther away.
Ethical wizards lift their drooping hands and bolster their weak knees, and make straight paths for their feet, so that what is lame may not go out of joint but rather be healed. They’d strive for peace with the insects and for their forgiveness, so that there is no root of bitterness in them.
Back to the Future
In a high wired asylum out back
A sorcerer psychiatrist with a DSM-IV
Sells mental illnesses to people
Who are displeased with their cure.
Either a replacement of their own
Or another not tried,
And the psychiatrist guarantees
They will leave satisfied.
“Fear not,” says she, “For I have confirmed you; I have called you by name, you who were once mine. When you go, I will be with you; and before the irrational, for they shall not overwhelm you; when your diagnosis is a badge you shall not be confused, and the chemists shall not consume you.”
When chants of the away team
Are on song after a goal
The home team supporters
Wave fluorescent batons in the air
To drive the salacious chants
From out of the stadium,
Lest they descend onto the pitch
And inspire another.
Losers must teach themselves not to be sad, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of winning, but on a good game, which richly provides them with everything to enjoy. They are to feel good, to maintain hope, to be ready to praise, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life.
Walk this Way, Not That
As evening draws in
A building’s shadow lengthens
And in it are the ghosts
Of inhabitants past,
Their genders inconclusive
Their ages irrelevant
Their class unacknowledged
In the egalitarian dark.
The living are surrounded by a great cloud of drifting witnesses, let them lay aside every weight, and anxiety which clings so closely, and let them run with endurance the race that is set before them, looking for the dark’s entrance; and who, for the joy that was set in life and despising its brevity, peer into it first and then walk away satisfied.