by Rick Young | Dec 31, 2014 | Poem
The changes wrought by science
now overwhelm defiance.
There’s pills to cure all sorts of ills
and some insure compliance.
Amongst us pass both man and beast
as unsuspected clones.
They’re programmed well, to say the least,
and monitored by drones.
The food we eat is riddled now
with crap made in a lab.
Experiments cost crazy bucks,
but we pick up the tab.
So, mother nature’s lost the race,
crushed by an engineered embrace.
The world is now a "better" place.
Emoticon here: happy face.
by Rick Young | Dec 30, 2014 | Poem
Sometime’s life’s so good you have to scream,
even if in pain, glorious pain.
Moments aren’t so fleeting as they seem,
oft repeating, back and back again.
Dreams appear to stitch it all together.
Years pass, unpredictable as weather.
Then one day it all makes sense,
seeming like coincidence.
Memories amass a psychic quilt.
All your past comes into focus,
faith or death or hocus-pocus.
There’s the map of time your life has built.
by Rick Young | Oct 31, 2014 | Poem
I gave a boy a pirate toy;
he cut me with a sword.
I taught a little girl to whirl,
until she got too bored.
An old man walks on darker streets.
Increasingly, they narrow.
He wraps his bones in memory’s sheets
and listens to the marrow.
The children play, and hide all day,
behind the gravestones bending.
I wave goodbye. I’m off to die.
There is no happy ending.
(30)
by Rick Young | Oct 30, 2014 | Poem
If you should see a smile
upon a crocodile,
return to domicile:
they’re very volatile.
by Rick Young | Oct 29, 2014 | Poem
If I had money in my pocket,
I’d lend it on the spot,
like betting on a rocket
to hit a microdot.
Anything is possible
if you can beat the odds.
All it takes is good relations
with prevailing gods.
If I had money in my pocket,
I’d lay it ten-to-one
on a hunch the night this time
might overcome the sun.
by Rick Young | Oct 28, 2014 | Poem
The long legs of the law of physics
unravel like a chemical cuff.
Strands of conversation multiply
into equations of noise unfamiliar.
Arms of love encircle scientific concept.
Atoms split, molecules cool.
Genes are always shrinking by design.
Periodically, a table is turned,
revealing an element of surprise.
The soul of explosion is destitute,
always seeking flame.
