One Guy And The Other

One guy is cute and the other is ugly

the first misunderstood, the second raped her

One guy is tall and the other a dwarf

ill will toward  the former boils to the top

One guy has a big house, the other small

the small one owes the big one a fortune

One guy runs like the wind, the other

pokes along with his problems

One guy plays all day, the other works,

the worker with so much work to do,

ever always work to do, plays 
too much with so much work to do

One guy wears a suit the other wouldn’t

one guy’s a king, the other ain't

One guy rakes his yard, bags leaves

the other keeps an eye out for strangers

One has several kids who love him dearly

the other farms it out, loves them dearly

One has the type of nose everyone adores

the other can’t breathe through his

One has a foot, a marble foot or bronze

the other limps on all fours

One guy flashes his diamond ring

the other tallies red in the sun

One guy flies non-stop, the other sits

watching his better descend

One guy buys the unbuyable

takes possession of the unbuyable

and the other notices

where and when

how and why

his own on sale

his unbuyable to be bought

his unbuyable trade of priceless wares

One guy speaks like a fountain

the other a broken pipe, 
tongue-lashed heart 
and mind paint the deed,

rust beneath a coat

of calm

Beauty drives on to higher ground

while ugly dons a short skirt

Beauty burns ugly like fuel,

cleans it up

cooks dinner

makes a bed in heaven

in the head of heaven

One guy’s beautiful

One isn’t

One sees it

One doesn’t

One did it, one guy did it

One guy’s done it

all along

and the other looks wrong

dangerous

out of his mind to think

one is beautiful and the other
explains everything

Calling in the Night

A pitiless someone

set the black swan

in search of his mate.

Round and round

he paddles, no chance

of finding her. I hear him

crying out her name.

Despicable someones

snatched her to feed

their hungry kids, feed

the landlord, the bank

in their lives; odious

someones bagged her

and ran off.  Round

and round he paddles,

crying out her name.

A cold hearted person

offended by the state

of the world, 
a troubled black swan 

person paddling around,

calling in the night.

Being Pretty Normal

It’s pretty normal that someone is being
Bombed to keep this happiness thing going,
And that our righteous army marches on
To wherever our enemies call home

And that being normal never looks normal
If you arrive by boat or by plane or drop
Feet first from a cloud and float to earth
Like a kindhearted being from outer space

Or a soldier braced for life’s hard landing,
It’s pretty normal to think of now as being
What all those thens were aimed at; since
What else would explain them, huh?

Being normal goes back a long, long way;
One said to the other: Let's go out and play!