The Age of Anxiety

[e_dog]

I.

the anxiety of age

in the age of anxiety

it pulls the brain
with a cat's claws
slower than usual
and never without fur

you drank a gallon
of espresso
before turning to bed
it was actually gasoline
poured on the fire

the despair of unpairing
the demise of surprise
the challenge of weather

whether you go
or come
i will be waiting in pain
only gasoline will put out
the flame
only water will burn

the age of anxiety

anxiety of age

[e_dog]

II.

What is the sound
of the answer
to God's great
interrogation?

a scream of rage
heard by no one

the inaudible vibration
of a tear landing
on a cheek

a thought racing
past the finish line
after all the competitors
have quit

a dream
trapped inside
a body prison

the words i could have
said
long ago

[e_dog]

III.

Alone.

and then Not.

Alone and then
Not.

A loan. A knot.
A lone knot. A
loan. Not.

[judih]

i heard it through the grapevine
i was slick
and now i'm knot

[hester_prynne]

Jesus Christ Edog!

I could read these all night...fact I wish I had read them last night....
s'like you was lookin thru my window or sumpin....heh....

more! more!
and
Thanks!

H

[mousey1]

Superbly terriffic edog. This is beautifully written.

Many thanks.

You captured the pulse there, no doubt about it.

[e_dog]

IV.

one side of the card
reads
Do Not Disturb
the other
says
Housekeeping Please.

he hung it
from his big toe
and lay on the bed.

looking toward his feet
there was the plea
for cleaning.
looking past it
in the mirror facing the bed
was a disturbed
backwards message.

this is the sign
that signifies the soul.

(hotel theology)

[mousey1]

hotel theology hunh?

You made me chuckleth.

[e_dog]

V.

California
is a cultural cesspool

two score
years ago
there was a festival

now
the drain

[mousey1]

e dog u dog

interesting installments

I'll stick with

While I may have lost the train

I am intrigued

Perhaps I was never on the train

The beauty of poetry

[e_dog]

From the great hall of Neptune
you can watch Alcatraz
with the sun setting beside the Golden Gate Bridge
as you eat overpriced seafood
and drink overpriced wine
while outside a man
silently shakes a cup at tourists for coins
and drags around a ragged blanket
in the harsh Bay wind.

[mousey1]

Poignantly put.

How's Arnie doing by the way?(....she facetiously asks....)