May

Right and Wrong When you're wrong You're just as right As when you're right Because being wrong is right Every move Every thought, every mistake Is right The word wrong itself Is right And must be enacted

Frightened Eyes Frightened eyes Don't need answers Let fear become mystery And the sparkle show In that clearer light No one knows any more Than you

The Call of a Crow The most beautiful sound Is the call of a crow In an empty moment

God and Sex It's a bit rude to imagine God enjoying sex But apparently he does Three times per week In six billion different positions

The Trick The trick is To look at a pineapple Without naming it Or cognizing it And certainly not recognizing it Don't smell it unless you actually do And don't imagine or remember it Just look at it Without  spelling it Or hearing the sound of the word Pineapple That's the trick

Raving like a Lunatic Thinking I detected A spark of interest In my Aunt Stella About this freedom and  God business I began raving like a lunatic As if it were true I certainly won't be Doing that again

The Life of Rats Observing the life of rats How they talk Their homes and highways And table manners and Particularly their priorities And social squabbles All give deep understanding Of the human condition Of not being able Or needing in the slightest To understand

Caterpillar Beliefs The caterpillar's number one belief Is green leaves Yet rather than think them It eats them Other strongly held beliefs are Spring and silk So becoming a butterfly Is easy

Worrying about Nothing My dear seeker I would like to thank you for Worrying about nothing Not many have the time Nor the depth to join you Please be assured That though you may get Nothing in return This will be all you ever wanted

Have a Nice Day I won't say don't  be sad Because you have come so far And you know the dice rolls In its own way You are absolutely doing Everything you should And even though your not knowing Is still imperfect Have a nice day anyway Do have a nice day

Your Medication If you wake up in the morning And you start believing Everything you see You must have forgotten Your medication

Drawing the Line Years ago Frustrated with an invisible truth And a concrete illusion I decided to draw the line Between fact and fiction And I'm still about to Not being sure Where I stand

From up in the Gallery From up in the gallery God tipped a huge cardboard box of Ping pong balls Into a squash court I watched in amazement "That one is you" He said