NOT ON MY WATCH

I got lotsa gypsy images

go fleeting through my brain

at the speed of sight

Dozing into a multi-shaded basket of leaves

deep brown hue of Shangri-la City

I put my pen behind the stems of your heart

Temptation in the sky

attached to a slipped-wing disc

A saw cuts up the molecules

and how many families are separated

rearranged

never knowing they're part

of the same structure

If you leave a legacy for your children

you've made your life worthwhile

but they don't give a damn

they're too far ahead of you

to do anything but camp on your doorstep

Pollywogs for breakfast

make a cross-country runner

zip and joggle

and turn loop-de-loops

at ten feet in the air

A peripheral idea is merely

a central one

blown apart

like the universe eons ago

Each person makes his own creation

through the interpretation

of what you've laid down

Mental catharsis makes a good laxative

but the involuntary organs overdo it

Silly things

have always been

the rabbits

of my ear

Impotence, young man?

Not on my watch !

It's only a game

so why be strict about the rules?

All ending are arbitrary

because we think we need them

thus...