Dr. Charles Frederickson

SAFE PASSAGE

Interminable mind-boggling voyage circumnavigating globe
Perusing travelogues embossed hardcover atlases
Whale of tale library classics
Avoiding nauseous seasickness distressing travail

Earthborn into secure landlocked circumstance
Lubbers faraway from oceans favoring
Freshwater lakes over great fishpond
Yellow-belly sunfish to killer sharks

Words cannot express wondrous vastitude
Fathomable depths craving subterranean exploration
Invaded privacy craving familiar comforts
Trailblazer adventures dusted off restacked

Nacreous pearly shells forced open
Exposing ordinary grain of sand
Inverted arc insipid drained rainbows
Windfall leaves reconnected to branches

Waterfall pouring in wrong direction
Figure 8 hourglass flipped downside-up
Counterclockwise about face running late
Compass pointing every which way

Stay-at-homestead safeguards never venturing beyond
Penthouse escaping through bookworm passages
Landlocked conscience surrounded by recalled
Ports National Geographic vain denials

Pristine illusions shattered glass shards
Plastic debris peeled bottle flotsam
Coastline swashed garbage patch discards
Dying coral kelp forest depleted

Dr. Charles Frederickson

Nicholas Alexander

Night To

Perplexing twas it
stalking moonlight
fallow shadow
pale insistence
making the distance
foot over gutter
land over shutter
willow eye
gest of yer
stir dae
laughing and crying
follocking the red burst
stale dying
along the werks
and valleys
she dug out
to hide under
neath the barn
door slide
effecting the gradual
perspectives in general

Nov 17th 2006, 12:50pm

Nicholas Alexander

Excess

as he walks past, he can see we are important
us trophy wives, branded metal steed and significant attire
the watch that says it all
See the Napoleonic resolve stir as he gets behind the wheel,
and we get out there and do things

It was words of course
Broken words that clashed over the right side of summer
Words that told them what to hope for
Out for the day like children they mount their iron steeds
and race into the intersection foot to metal
insipid wealth adorned with structure

The words were written all over their deeds
The smashing of sentences across the ceiling
woke the children from sleeping and dreaming
of days when families where supposed to sing together

These boys burn shining rubber and
don visors to keep them young through summer
Pay advisors and bankers to keep them in champers
Pick up mail order brides with picnic hampers
Spend nights drinking at the waterfront bar
The Late Great Holy Roman Empire

done weary of driving,
its been another four hours
spent in the passenger seat
being second fiddle to this
persistent as a mistress
there is no end to the road
music too loud as usual
the smell of oiled leather

another small town passes and nobody sees it

She is now sleeping so he turned down Aerosmith
it was time to to see what this baby can do
leather to metal rubber to road the feeling of speed building

The hotel room awaits
Like a chapel, like a womb

October 29th 10:40am

Is This Real

I guess it could be me,
I think it has to be,
Could it be me?
Oh my God!!!
It is Me
Therefore
I am
What could I be?
And you two up there
Watching over me
I look at the moon each night & think of thee
In all the dreams, visions, hallucinations
You’ve given me
Leads to believe she is for me,

How beautiful she can be
How beautiful she be!
Please make me believe
How beautiful she can be