‘Standing in your doorway
I may as well move to Norway
Or I could just come in and throw it
Your way, unless you want me
To go away and I go away to Goa,
India, ‘cause I’m into ‘ya, that’s
Why I call you Cynthia’.
And this from ‘ELIZABETHAN BLUES’
My kingdom for a horse
My kingdom for a horse
It ended in divorce
Cut down by switching
& bitter at not having
gone to school
nor were they measured
by the golden rule
but by a callous source.
To the Marmoset, ‘KARMALOGIC’ was a simple formula.
Time In Is Time Gained.
Time Lost Is Time Forgotten.
We Inherit The Culture We Promote.
What We Seed & Feed, We Breed.
When Evolution Is Promoted, Evolution Is Gained.
What We Raise, We Receive.
Our Expression Mirrors Our Reflection.
The Mind That You Are Looking For Is Not Yours
(And Never Will Be).
BREATHING IS FUNDAMENTAL.
“OMG, I’M TRENDING”!!!
While moving the Earth,
With limbs bending.
And he trusted what Shakespeare suggested:
ALL’S WELL THAT TRENDS WELL’
(Trusted since birth, for what it’s worth
in the world being comprehended).
Takes his family off the ranch every late summer
And goes on a cross-country road trip
In their Recreational Vehicle.
And they don’t come back
Until the sun is orange and slanted in the sky
& ANY recipe with cranberry sauce in it,
Or stuffing has been
Put to seasonal rest.
And thus was he Struck
Though these Ducks
Were not for Pate.
Were more for Latte
& A Wooly
Pair of Socks,
Both having studied Karate
& Broken Several Rocks.
A Short Poem by REID MOORE BUXTEHUDE
My name is Reid Moore Buxtehude
I’d Sell my Name Out if I Could of
If the feigns of Regret, Revenge has had Enough of.
They call me Reid Moore Buxtehude
I was more legible than my Babysitter
Swimming through literature that Parches & Crumbles
Each Page After the Other.
Another short poem by Reid Moore Buxtehude
Having Once Entertained W.Marmoset Yarn
Who loves Spinning Fables from the Hay
of Savage Barns
While Pouring Drinks from Non Sequiters
Are Too Frosted To Carry on,
Like the Glaciers of Ecuador.
(While Aunt Gemma & her Allergies
On the Daybed Snored,
And the Overhead fan was Blowing).
Each Man is his Own Worst Pawn,
Were his Ideas Not Left
To Spawn & Farm,
A portion of his salary &
Convergence of the Passes
That the Mountain’s Base in Built Upon,
If Only for the Masses.
Trudging through the Moors Past Harm,
Like Water through Molasses.
And More So for their Hecklers & Rivals,
And their Brutal Charm
Though less Reckless are the Classes
Shouting, Quickened By Alarm,
Whom Others Might Libel,
Grounded in the Many Facets
That the Pressures Yield,
Grading Out the Feckless
Or circumventing their own Survival
& Short-Circuiting their Appeal.
WHERE IS NOAH & THE RAINBOW SIGN?
Nothing Kills Us Like the Cultures We Leave Behind.
AFTER MY ACCIDENT
I Went From Being
A Dancer To A Vegetable.
But in my imagination, I came to be known as:
& Danced My Life Away,
Step By Step!
The ‘Aubergine’ Kelly Poem:
‘Endings Obscure Beginnings’.
& The best time to Lose your Hair
Is when the Herd is Thinning
While you Fatten up your Heirs.
Earls will Always Draw their Pearls
And Dukes their fisticuffs.
And Whores, like Senators,
Will always Scream when
They’ve had enough.
For Once When I Was Lost
I fell in love with Robert Frost.
When Persephone Purses her Lips
I check my hips & banish to
The Underbelly what Doesn’t Fit.
Imagination Never Quits
Nor does it ever tarry.
I saw the Ferryman Bribed Once
Just to Sink the Ferry.
My side still splits &
There’s Always Blood where
The cherries leave their pits.
Sometimes We Put the Sex
Beyond the Terms we want to Marry.
No more twists, you get the gist
Sometimes the Finger
Sometimes the Wrist &
Sometimes you get the Roast,
Though Not the Cut You Want the Most.
Humping the air like a Vertical plane
Ginger Rogers & Fred Asterisk*
Like a Codger Who is Crazy Grinning
With Golden Teeth he likes to pawn
With a Silver Plated Fist that spins
When circumstances are less than Winning
And only Pride Sustains, gripped
Like a Dodger;
By Barbed Wire Curls Eclipsed
To Lessen Further risk.
To Elevate the Snowcaps of
What Once was Stationary,
Above the Fray.
Salute What is Ordinary!
ANY IDIOT CAN BE A VISIONARY,
The Truth Does Not delay:
Because What Will Occur Tomorrow
Has Already Happened today.
JUST PAY ATTENTION!
(Wouldn’t you say)?
And then Revel in your Gains
There are Urchins in the sea
More worth their Salt than any Stains!
As Memory turns to mist,
And motion turns into Mountains,
& the Fossils are the
Coffins of Our Remains
& The Brains
That Flow from Future Fountains
As the landscape changes.
HAPPY NEW YEAR & THANK YOU VERY MUCH,
I LOVE YOU and am grateful for your kind attention & support!
SANANDA MAITREYA MILANO ITALIA 2015.
COPYRIGHT SANANDA FRANCESCO MAITREYA
MILANO January 1st, 2015
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