pi

three point one four one five nine
a moment more or less is fine
like silky smoothest reddest wine
and then its gone in brine
three point one four
four six eight
a time to last a time to wait
and when it stops to take the bait
the thug to chug his lulling freight
train
the rain
and fairest falsest vain
alive
to dive
for three point one four
one four five
lost the number
number jive
to me
to be
with three point one four
one two three
and on and on its got to be
no end in sight nowhere to be
an endless bend-less parody
it be

goodbye

summers night
and summers end
a crack to track a riverbend
whisper softly lover friend
and let me be
just let me be
i long so long it's wrong i see
to you
to me
i fly i flee
you trap
i snap
i'm free

summers night
and winters chill
fireside a lonesome grill
of what was once a loathsome thrill
of naught and nothing nill
the fill
of still
-ness silence
i don't buy it
fifty cents to pry it
open
i'll force it
force it fight it
pry it
run

summers night for summers day
gone what was a time to pray
and now there's nothing more to say
goodbye.

better now.

the night is darkest in its final hour

evil fights hardest just before its end

Rashi said that

G/d is great

just trust him

He's beautiful.

Jack

Jack be nimble

Jack be sleek

Jack always had a rotten streak

when momma told him hope was bleak

he scared

and glared

and claimed to be prepared

for the scene that often aired

around him

does there burn a flaming candle?

will it kiss a candlestick?

to jump over is pure evil

is a devil's dreadful trick

what a mind to hold a memory

but to waste a mind is sin

hate is power's next of kin

next to greed and need and gin

shoulda had a claritin

ultra, non-drowsy

feels lousy

running to arouse he

never knew

i'm sure

never saw

the score

never felt

the floor

when it hit him

would've stood his ground

around

when no one found him

or wound him

poor Jack

so small and nimble

poor Jack

and candlestick

if he'd only had a beanstalk

and its picky poking pricks

perhaps therein lay his trouble

when he never realized

that life was too short-lived

and too small to be despised

thus stands the story's lesson:

when you race around life's track

and you find it hands you lemons

better wash them down with Jack.

Light is one thing. Dark is another.

What of empty?

There must be a something for something to be empty. Or lost. Or dark.

It hurts. You know you’re alive. You know you feel.

Afraid. You know you’re real. You know you feel.

Feet are heavy. Flight is grim. No one’s there to hold you.

You know you want to be held.

You want. You need. You’re real. You feel.

So fear is stupid. Is silly. Is crazy. Isn’t real.

Like you.

Like who can breath and dance a dream come true.

Like who can hope and wish and kiss and coo.

Like who is one who wants, who needs, who blew

A kiss and said I knew who

Was you.