thoughts (2) this afternoon

February 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

1) all I receive
in explanation
for cyclical archetype is
myth layered over infliction

2) no amount of
inaction can
drain the sea from
an old sailors eye
or quiet the spasm
in an old artist’s hand

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead



February 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

then an unseen hand
sweeps the crumbs of day under
the carpet of night
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


February 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

the gift of life is
so completely baffling
that everything I
attempt to write
about it
makes total sense,
if only to myself,
as well as
one hundred percent
lunatic rambling
at the same time

the look on my face
is one of endless anticipation,
one of somebody always
expecting a dispatch
from the edge of
the universe

my fingers
in permanent curl
around the pen
of spontaneous response

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


February 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

my temple
has no walls and
the wisest men
I have ever known
have remained silent
but for a single word:

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


February 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

long from the forge,
stripped bare,
a patina takes to
dedication of self

details rise
from polished surface

light and shadow
with no regard
for agenda

faint lines sharpen
and heaviness comes
with massing of revelation

still, the base,
crafted by
a hand unseen
will hold up
under the weight

once erected
it stands exposed


(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


February 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

2/17/14 – a palindrome

repel – erupt in sadness,
A liar rotates evil.
A star rat’s a live set
at or rail (as
send a snit) pure leper.

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

auto #10

Twit device
hug it back

tie Che in busy Dryden.

On us a curse
stipulated old
reusing Concorde

eyes see skin of

output track
* yawn *

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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