All poems COPYRIGHTED (C) 1990 by 21st Century Education, Inc
Bobby is liable to dive deep down in one poem and, in the next, play in the waves on the beach. Some of the simplest poems have the deepest themes. Here's one that seems to be about driving, but it's really about individuation, about finding one's "I", becoming auto-mobile, self-actualized, after a period of being dragged around by hormones:
Misty Reaches
A wagon pulled by adolescent peers
Driven by the Hormone King
Rumbles through the mist of youth
Past
Half-forgotten
Half-remembered
Moats and towers.
An automobile climbs above the mist
The driver, Self, glancing back
upon the foggy banks,
Sets its sights upon the clear horizon.Now note that this one doesn't rhyme. But the next example does. You might guess why the unusual spelling of earthMen. The next one's about seeding the stars with the only seeds of consciousness we know: ourselves.
Night Shakes
These sterile cells will not partake
In the blossoming of the seed —
They will early on their leaving take
Draughts of a heady mead.
And when the earth has drunk its fill,
Its thought-bound shell will crack,
Releasing sprouts into the nil,
The soaring apogee of our human knack.
Abloom in the cosmic glow —
Its leaves turned to the light —
Its earthMen aphid-like will know —
‘Tis consciousness illuminates the night.
The next one is about the true nature of Unidentified Flying Objects [UFO's] disclosed here for the first time.
Mumbles From Below
On the shores of infinity
‘neath the tides of today
lies the reefs of tomorrow
Through which the ship of destiny
slowly wends its way.
Steaming up the river of yesterday
passing the driftwood of regrets
dodging whirlpools of frets
Parting is the roiling froth of sorrow -
absence that makes the heart go founder.
Eddie Pooh's wrecks are scattered on the shore
where ravens cry nevermore,
Jo Caster's Deli is off limits
for travelers who ask for more.
The keystone cops' a laugh a minute
For Billy Fields and Mackie Sennett.
America is a Polish joke
full of promise, full of hope
of chalcedony, myrrh, and rye
And whiskey on the rocks
until we die.
The ship of fools's a certainty
for Werner and his gang
are shouting on the stern, "Assholes Ahoy!"
And in their merry ploy
rake in the dough
of jaded Barbies
from the borough
And Kens whose folios
contain the keys to studios
where hieros gamos in the sky
attracts their bodies by and by.
...
Cooperation is a cinch
and will lead them to the altar
With Smith-Barney or Merrill-Lynch
and a piece of the rock, Gibraltar.
...
The stones are silent in the yard
Until the night falls low,
and there, where few will deign to go,
Voices Mumble from below,
"Destination Moon or Mars?
A pelf!
A thing the Living Dead would do!"
For real living takes the Self,
the O in UFO,
On trips more marvelous
than any one of those
in NASA's porfolios.
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