Morgan, 31 may 2017
Stress, Stress, who are you, what are you?
a lot of people seem to know you.
Stress, Stress, I hear your name alot,
but I can't recall your face
I can't recall your voice, Stress,
and you're completely odorless.
Stress, Stress, what are you, Stress?
Are you a god? Are you a goddess
with symbols and familiars?
Are you a cloud? A jellyfish?
Like God, you are known by your works, I guess.
Like God, you get so much bad press.
Everyone blames you for this, Stress.
Everyone blames you for that.
They say they can feel your breath on their necks--
that where they step, you step
like a shadow assassin. And, they're scared, yes.
Do you do it, Stress? Confess.
Can you cause piles? Can you cause shingles?
Can you make people late?
Can you cause PMS?
People say yes.
You could never get a fair trial, Stress,
not in this state.
Can you cause flat feet
or the grippe to linger?
Can you cause hair lip
Can you cause cancer?
People say yes but where's the proof?
No matter how quickly they twist
they can never see your face
for you are like a mist.
Stress, you are like a heat
Maybe you don't even exist.
Stress, I'll tell you this:
I think you have a libel case.
You are never seen at the scene of the crime--
mug shot, fingerprint, jammering witness
oddly inavailable. Stress,
I think you got blamed, I think you got framed--
I believe in your innocence, Stress.
So tell them to just bust off.
Morgan, 12 september 2016
Have you lost your job?
Is your wife depressed?
How can things be that ok--
even your jeans are distressed?
My dear friend, there's a law
you can bank on, not to worry,
based on odds and statistics,
and such called Probability.
Even the angels accept it
and abide its changing faces.
There is little more you can do, pal,
unless you have friends in high places:
Up-tick follows down-tick--
that's the sum of it.
just wait and you will witness
its doings and reap its benefit.
For now, even now
the small gods that admire pluck,
seeing it empty so long, rush
to fill your cup with luck.
There is good in store aplenty--
a miracle job, a newly ecstatic wife.
Better times are coming, coming surely,
coming to change your life.
Morgan, 30 august 2016
Lord, it's time. Summer was so long.
Drop your shadow on the sundial, now,
and send a chill wind over the vale.
But in these last few temperate days
bid the grape to ripen on the vine
so that, cured of sour humor,
only sweetness flows into the wine.
Whoever is homeless now will stay so.
Whoever's alone will never find his other
but pass long nights reading and penning letters,
wandering port-less down highways
and starting when the leaves chirr.
Rilke
Morgan, 6 september 2021
Moth To flame:
'Some other time.
I'm going home
Thanks all the same.'
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