senryu – parable for the present age

all too many say
not my circus, not my monkeys
now the fat cats stalk

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

senryu – mutual attraction of the feckless

inept president
meets wholly useless monarch:
a match made for groupies

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

real wealth (for Lan)

I’m rich   not in terms of money
but for your unforgettable friendship
I’m poor   not for lack of funds
but for there being so little time
remaining for us to be together

had I a gold coin for each song of mine
which exists solely because of you
I would be a most affluent man

if each verse of mine which you possess
were a treasure   you would be twice
richer than you are    however
much opulence is yours:

tresses of fine silk
eyes like diamonds
lips the color of rubies
a body of golden charms
that sweet strait redolent
of rare liqueurs
a voice like a silver bell
and   most precious of all
your gentle spirit    your lively wit

forever I’ll go singing
your body’s riches
your spirit’s talents
never shall I cease singing
nor cease praying that
our moments together
be without number

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

signs and wonders

midst buds on branches
hangs a half-moon   strange bright fruit
for all eyes to see

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

celebrating life (for Lan)

naked we lie still
in the warm sunlight streaming
through the windowpane
our bodies filled with love’s joy
feeling our hearts pounding still

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

standing at the bar on a Friday night – a memory

after long hiatus
standing at the bar
with my friend Rodney S.

as she brings my drink  Lyn
shoots a barbed complaint at me
about two year’s worth of
Christmas gifts wreaking havoc
in the space of her small closet
but she pats my hand and smiling tells me
she’s just glad to see me there again

I mull over how the body perceives things
people   changes before the mind appears to –
from this delay must come the false
dichotomy felt between flesh and spirit
I turn my head toward my friend farther down the bar
I see his stunned look
as the other blonde bartender
whispers something to him –
he seems so far away at that moment
so lost   so utterly alone

I move down next to him
my silence matches his
forms a refuge
from the blaring music
then my asking why and his reply:
Just when you’ve found someone
you’ve come to really care about
she decides it’s time for her
to move on.   
again
we each in silence sip our drinks
the music sounds even louder now
as the neon sign in the window
flutters like a heart beating
fast

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

late March day, watching the sky

gray clouds racing white
under wind’s lash: storm’s wild steeds
darkness mixed with light

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016