Social Distancing

We’ve all been practicing,
This social distancing thing,
For many a year now.
They said we’d forgotten how,
To be social face to face,
It was a tragedy, and disgrace.
Little did we know how,
Much in handy now,
Our anti-social tendencies are,
Be my friend, but from afar.
I’m not just a curmudgeon,
I’m saving both of us from contagion.

Climatic Insomnia

Where I come from the seasons,
Are reckoned by the calendar.
Beginning and ending,
On the solstices and the equinoxes.
In a place with little climatic variation,
This is necessary.
Things are a little different in Sweden.
Seasons are determined not by the calendar,
But by the climate.
Even after the winter solstice,
It’s not considered winter,
Until the temperature is at a certain degree or less,
For a certain length of time.
It more or less follows the tilting of the earth,
The passing of the solstices and equinoxes.
But not always.
We were just informed,
By the national weather service,
That it is now spring.
They never announced winter.
You always feel kind of cheated,
When the year skips a season.
Especially summertime.
But when you skip winter,
It leaves you feeling uneasy.
As if you’ve forgotten something.
That nagging feeling,
That something is not quite right.
And you didn’t get any sleep.
Because Mother Nature didn’t get any sleep.

MY ANUS

I’ve got an anus,
That’s utterly famous,
Or infamous,
Whichever’s not worse,
It’s very impressive,
And rather deceptive,
Just like Hermione’s purse,
It can hold 200 spells,
3 caves, and some wells,
6 blessings and a serious curse,
There’s a full-length mirror,
Though it’s foggy, not clearer,
And even room for a short bus!

Crystal Midden

I dug a piece of ruby red glass out of the ground,
Pulled it up with the dead twigs of last year’s peony flowers.
It was intertwined with them, as if they were holding on to it.
Keeping a little treasure for their very own.

Like arrowheads in the Southwestern United States,
Such finds are fairly common around here.
Not too far from Nybro, home of Kosta Boda.
Here in the Kingdom of Crystal.

Yes, it’s really called that.

It’s hard to tell what this piece was meant to be.
Maybe a handle of some kind.
It’s curved and perfectly smooth on one side,
Sharp and jagged on the other.

This little town used to have its own glass workshop,
But it shut down many years ago.
No trace of it left now.
Apart from little artifacts like these.
It was probably part of a failed piece,
Cast into a waste pile.

A crystal midden, redistributed by bulldozers.
The little broken treasures lost,
Until dug out of backyard flowerbeds.

2020 Vision: New Decade’s Eve Thoughts

There didn’t used to be such things as years.

There were seasons, summers, winters, moments. But these weren’t reckoned in the modern way. Folks knew what to expect by observing the cycles of nature.

The concept of time was not measured by the clock, but was understood to be evidence of predictable change.

At some point, however, we decided to number and to name the natural cycles, while at the same time still adhering to their rhythm. To do otherwise could mean starvation, deprivation, and eventual death.

Great learned men, scholars, and theologians decided for the rest of us when the so-called common era began, based entirely on supposition.

Because of them, we now view time not as the occurrence of change, but as a ticking clock, with its eras and hours, minutes and millennia, days and decades.

Its relentless march resounds in our ears like the pounding of a drum, reminding us with each passing moment that we are that much closer to the moment of our own death.

Yet, we still observe the passage of a year with a celebration, even though one year rolling over into a next one is not particularly special.

Could this be a hold over from earlier times, when surviving a year really was something noteworthy?

Anyway, Happy New Year.
Happy Surviving 2019.
Happy New Decade.

Here, there be boobies

Not literally here,
(Probably)
But at that time,
A warning was requested,
It may seem silly.
(Really silly)
Nevertheless…
It was a seriously,
Curiously real request.
Can I cover them up?
(No, not mine)
The little fantasy figures I drew.
Faeries, elves, mermaids
(Some of which were nude)
Was that something,
I was willing to do,
At my exhibition?
Cover my own work.
Would I mind?
Some people might be offended.
Do I have any stickers,
For their tiny, fantasy, boobies?
I laughed.
Honestly, I thought he was joking.
(Or smoking something funny)
That’s a good one.
But no..
He was genuinely non-joking.
He was a teacher, you see.
And wanted to bring a student group.
(Not kindergartners, mind you)
Teenagers.
Who might ask,
Why are they naked?
(They might not like it.)
Oh, well in that case…
Absolutely not.
They’ll get over it.
But next time,
I’ll post a warning:
“Here, there be boobies.”

MY MOM CAN SAVE THE WORLD

I had myself a thought today,
That my mother,
In her own sweet way,
Could set our world aright,
Save the grace from which we fall,
The internet, comment sections,
Politicians, nasty elections,
Each likewise blight,
Could heed her siren call,
No drama, fight, or fuss,
Just what she hammered home with us,
If you’ve naught nice to say,
Then say nothing at all.

Either One Will Do

Leonard waited for a miracle,
Something divine to see him through,
Now it’s miracle, or apocalypse,
Either one will do,
I feel a sense
Of ambivalence,
Not sure I care, if we make it through,
In these times of confusion,
I just need a conclusion,
A miracle, or the apocalypse,
Either one will do.

A world that’s on the brink,
Well we’ve seen that before,
Still somehow I think,
Right now the stakes are something more,
Potential cataclysm,
Right down to the planet’s core,
Our own narcissim,
Blinds us from what lies in store,

Glass half full, half empty,
This is what I’ve found,
Doesn’t matter which you see,
When there’s no one left around,
You can take your optimism,
Positivity abound,
See life through your prism,
Somehow you still will drown,

Sixteen year olds screaming,
”What the hell have you done?”
You’ve known that this was coming,
That there’d be nowhere left to run,
You’ve mortgaged off our future,
Traded it for Kingdom Come,
Now we’re desperate and unsure,
If there’s naught that can be done,

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