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ERIC GREINKE

 

 
 
 
Perspective

 

I wish I was

An astronaut.

I could gesture

Magnanimously

At the whole world

From 1000 miles

Away, & never worry

 

With all the universe

Behind me,

& only planet earth

Floating before me

I'd never worry

That we might drift apart

                       

                                   

 

Stranded On A Cloud

 

A dusty statue

Of the Buddha,

Lone occupant

Of a storage unit.

 

Stubborn doves

Scratch in snow

Beneath

An empty feeder.

 

Nowhere to land

A yellow glider;

Aerial obstacles:

Flags, wires, lines.

 

I dwell

On my lost anchor,

Lost overboard

By my lost son.

 

                                   

 

Dust

 

Obnoxious cosmetics

Drip from the face

Of the Statue of Liberty.

 

Diamonds gleam

From the President's teeth.

 

Old dogs argue

Over the skulls

Of rock stars & senators.

 

A battalion of metal roaches

Dances around a captured flag.

 

In the middle

Of the moonless night

Old men remember the Third Reich.

 

Alarms ring in gladiolas,

Cueballing yet another Spring.