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Some of Cian's Verse

these
(un
wittingly)
beautiful
wildflowers
are wiser
than
the most
thoroughly
(& uselessly)
educated
Fool
be
ca
us
e
they
do not

Love.




mellowly
rotting under
the afternoon
Sun
-on a blanket
(aflame)
oblivious
to the
thousands
of micro-
selves
screaming
in mortal
torment
(a sunbather
on a blanket)




slowly orbitting
a dead Sun
turning on itís axis:
a once world

scattered amongst the
concrete rubble,
patiently waiting for
an extra-terrestrial
archeologist,
the artifacts of an
ancient primitive society:

a Twinkie wrapper,
a Pepsi can,
& a bald tire.




or perhaps the most
horrible (and annoying)
thing that might happen
on this insignificant
little blue-green world
would be for the vastness
of the Universe to quite
suddenly (and rudely)
collapse upon itself
before we were able to
enjoy our first kiss



crawling urban cesspool
running faces-infectious drool
acidic rain erasing
urban scum freebasing
toxic waste
vile water taste
boiling cauldron
politicianís hard-on
smiling, he causes your demise

nightmare growing underground
exploding, spraying all around
toxic waste polluting streams
erasing all our silly dreams

leaking glowing ooze
all life will lose
radiated landscape
Earth-mother rape
melted forms of human trash
hands gripping charred cash
intent on buying Salvation

nightmare growing underground
exploding, spraying all around
toxic waste polluting streams
erasing all our silly dreams

grotesque twisted forms
raging plutonium storms
the ultimate Matricide
this is our suicide
toxins dumped in streams and lakes
mutated forms-food chain breaks
what goes in the ground comes around

nightmare growing underground
exploding, spraying all around
toxic waste polluting streams
erasing all our silly dreams

Stop.
while walking through
the sacred grove,
I learned the secrets;
the ways of old

not from witches or sages
or one who Sees,
but from the rocks
the ferns, the trees

so as you seek
your path to find
keep this one
warning thought
in mind;
many will teach
for reasons kind,
but some who teach
are deaf and blind.

©2002 Larry Shinn



pissing
rain like a
sumbitch
iím just a
sittiní here
in my leaking
cabin
thinkiní
of you
wonderiní
why you left
i take a
long pull from
the bottle of
thunderbird
sittiní by
my chair
iím thinkiní
yer probíly
back east now
jumpiní into
the arms of
that college
edjicated pansy
you left there
so i take
another healthy
dose of the old Ďbird
-the rainís lettiní
up outside
still pouriní
in here
i cainít afford
one of them
fancy college-
boy houses
i ainít got no
1.4 kids or
no 2.3 cars
i ainít even got
a fuckiní dog
i got my wine
and my leaky cabin
but i ainít
got you



standing
under the sky
arms upraised
my heart full
Trees!
I love you so!
with bark like
the lines on
a wise woman's face
Leaves
like little faerie
dresses.
I Exist here

I breathe in the
air Tree has exhaled
I touch the rough bark
and feel the
Spirit
within
Under the canopy
on the cool
clover-covered
Earth
I Exist here.

A leaf has fallen
near to my hand
still green
and filled with
Tree's Spirit
a gift from
my Friend
We Exist here.

Now in my home
candles flickering
the smell of
Bayberry
fills the room
Moon shines
upon the leaf
on the altar
images of centuries
fill my Mind
Tree Exists here



Down in the Valley
Where the Cold Winds blow
Lives an old man
who is said to know

of rocks and trees,
creatures and plants;
of dos and don'ts
cans and can'ts.

Down in the Valley
Where the Cold Winds blow
Lives an old man
who is said to know

of planets and moons
galaxies and things;
of victories, defeats,
and for whom the bell rings.

Down in the Valley
Where the Cold Winds blow
Lives an old man
who is said to know

of magic and power
trickery and stealth;
of kindness and warmth,
peace, happiness, and health.

Down in the Valley
Where the Cold Winds blow
Lived an old man
who was said to know

of all the things
that men have sought;
but today he died,
and the knows are naught.


©1999 Larry Shinn



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