Month: August 2014

Xenon, poem from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers

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Xenon

Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#054, Xe)
4/27/13

I don’t care
that you’re no
Zena warrior princess,
I just can’t stand
those high-intensity
headlights of yours
at night.

You may numb me
from my pain
if I breathe you in,
but the only good
your brightness may do
is that your excitement
may add color and life
to my plasma tee vee.

But, you know,
if I love outer space,
I should like the fact
that you are the propellant
in Ion drives —
because if Xenon is the ion,
it can be shot out of a rocket
in outer space,
forcing the rocket
to move faster and faster
through the void
of outer space.

Then again,
I’m not going to outer space,
and there’s no funding
to get us humans
into outer space
right now anyway…

So I’m sorry.
you may think
you’ve got some
bright ideas,
but when I’m driving
at night,
sometimes I think
you should keep
some of your ideas
in check.

Post by John Yotko.

I am the clown by Dandelion de La Rue

by

flatsm

I am the clown

On the red bicycle

Riding through the foggy streets

Blaring my little horn

Laughing wildly, madly

at all the

irrelevancies

And absurdities.

And the reverent quests

For self-importance.

The clown can also

watch the dance,

The struts and strides

And smiling well dressed

Charms of those who

Claim to know Reality.

And when it gets too Serious

He can jump up shouting,

His red nose on his face

And orange hair and big white mouth

Permanently smiling

And he can shout

But it’s absurd! It’s all just

So absurd!

And ride his bicycle away.