POTPOURRI AND OTHER RANK ESOTERICA

Poems

Wait for it to come.
Compose the inspiration,
then spit out the truth,

A touch of the tongue
in itself creates a taste.
My tongue is tasteful.

The tendrils of time,
entwine me and hold me tight.
I feel so secure.

Emptiness of mind.
Overflowing with nothing.
Do not loose a drop.



      MIXED METAPHOR

Expressions of 'it'.
The relationship to 'not'.
The meaning is clear.
It, lying still, at your feet.
Not above, floating in air.

The semblance of depth,
slowly moving to the top.
Giving impressions,
of the being yet to come.
A metaphor of 'to be'.

All is a metaphor,
it is buried in the mud,
not, buried in mud.
The metaphor becomes clear,
when the caked mud becomes dry.

Analagousness.
Beware of mixed metaphor.
Miscegenation.
The race is won by the quick.
The smart can ignore the race.

Haiku metaphor,
a koanic disturbance.
Nature does not care.