A Modest Molehill of Four Poems
Poison mediocrity like perfectly straight lines does not exist in Nature it’s manmade and as with all the rest of our artifice any slight excess here ends up poisonously anti-human. Lost we all heard them say: he couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag even his own life to save! Ha!Ha!Ha! we all laughed but who of us had love enough to ask what poor old what’s-his-face was doing there in the first place? Rebuild “Frank, rebuild my Church!” “Say what?” “You heard me.” “But all I have is this little book of origami paper.” “That will do.” “But it will hardly last.” “Take a good look at history, Frank, and tell me what of beauty ever really does?” Blessing for the Road May every inch under foot or under wheel; may every stone kicked by anger or by accident; may every field passed by speedily or somnolently; may every whole and part of your road be blessed: the signs, the lines, the end, the start and all the paved or dirty rest.