Well, one of those poems that just happens to work quite well with a picture that I took in Tulsa around 2014 or so. I love when the present art coincides with the art I created in the past.
If this, all of this is nothing more
than a dream inside some god's
enormous red head, I must,
most certainly, question
his or her creativity, ability
to imagine even the simplest
of creatures . . . this gray gnat that
terrorizes my coffee cup, what's
its motivation? Or the thousands
of angry raindrops that slam
into the sidewalks of Norman-town
with no thought for their own deaths?
when drawing from the muds
the likes of us two legged thingies.
Come on, o' wise and powerful gods
can’t you do better than . . . . this?
Woodie 11-o8-18
redheaded
gods
If this, all of this is nothing more
than a dream inside some god's
enormous red head, I must,
most certainly, question
his or her creativity, ability
to imagine even the simplest
of creatures . . . this gray gnat that
terrorizes my coffee cup, what's
its motivation? Or the thousands
of angry raindrops that slam
into the sidewalks of Norman-town
with no thought for their own deaths?
And I won’t even try to understand
what
he/she was thinking when drawing from the muds
the likes of us two legged thingies.
Come on, o' wise and powerful gods
can’t you do better than . . . . this?
Woodie 11-o8-18
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