Poems and Prose #52 - Imbroglio

Biting, clawing,
scratching, bawling,
hesitantly guffawing,
screaming obscene names
at the man
with whom I'm brawling,
I circle and hop,
while the dangling dust
keeps re-falling,
prepared to swing,
prepared to flee,
readying myself
for the distant sun's
slow seesawing.

Poems and Prose #51 - Strip

History repeats again,
beginning at the end,
then thinly spinning,
till all that's left is
twists and bends
and long-ago memories
that some disembodied voice
recommends,
every passing traveler stricken
with a crooked, Mobius grin.

Poems and Prose #50 - Perfunctory

Demands dissolve,
and my pupils shrink,
as the knowledge of my
circumstances sinks.

I'm content,
or so I think,
and I'll remain so
until I blink.