Monday, February 27, 2012

A Wanting Earth

by G. Jack Urso



my dreams are scenes

                of silent themes

flickering light

                onto the screen



predacious serpents of our slumber

                surround our thoughts

like the nordic world-dragon

                jörmungandr who caresses

the planet with his desire



a message from the gods

seeking a berth

dripping pain from old wounds

on a wanting earth




Thursday, February 16, 2012

I See...Dinosaurs

by G. Jack Urso




in a mist i awake

of smells and thoughts

and sonic flakes

no mind have i to see the past

it fades into haze and never lasts

the light of day goes through my eyes

into my brain to fossilize



in the dusty ancient texts
"Paradox Lost" by Vincent Di Fate (1974)

brontosaurus, pterodactyl,

tyrannosaurus rex

epochs and eons

of struggle and toil

for a ton of coal

and a barrel of oil



for those of us today

a silent fear persists

if lizard kings could speak they’d say

we’re alive so briefly we barely exist

we question what we think

but seldom what we saw

we see what we believe

i see...dinosaurs




Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Torch Song

by G. Jack Urso


romeo...

i have been there

rapunzel

i have climbed up your hair

jackie o'

where did you go

when jfk

got it on with monroe



yoko and john

sonny and cher

linda and paul

elvis and his hair



amelia earhart

i have walked on your air

i've let deliahs

cut my long hair

joe dimaggio

where did you go

when jfk

got it on with monroe



burton and taylor

eva and frank

sid and nancy

we've got you all to thank


Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Work of Seurat

by G. Jack Urso



taking a close look at

the work of Seurat

sunday afternoon

on the island of la grande jatte



it suffers from close scrutiny

splintered specks of thoughts in flight

diffusing shards of sad humanity

on the crippled canvas of my sight



illuminated reason

spun from the sun

the shades of the season

all blur into one

 

blank stares of deep longing

for the spark of life

ignoring their souls

of a thousand points of light



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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Sun Burnt

by G. Jack Urso



a red sun at night

might mean delight

when the whisper of winds

are stilled from flight

 

a red sun at morning

brings bitter warning

to those whose horizons

are wide and soaring

 

the sun up at dawn

breathes fire and yawns

lights life for a time

then quick it is gone