The Goal

I got an education for a job--
I want a job so I can pay the bills
And buy the things I like and buy things for
The people that I love--all for a goal.
What is the goal to end all goals? Why lob
Myself into the expectations, wills
Of others? Why go through that opened door
That only ever seems to take a toll?
For buttered, salted sweet corn on the cob
And for a loving smile that gives me chills
I cannot think my life has become poor
Because I've taken on this social role.
This goal, this life, the values we embrace
Is how we leave our everlasting trace.

To Build a Creative Soul

The shamrock, with its trinity of leaves--
As modeled by St. Patrick--helps us see
The Godhead's trinity--the Father heaves
The Son to earth to live and die--a plea
That we believe--the Holy Spirit sent
To comfort us--and yet we know that three
Brings chaos to the world and won't relent
Except you change through creativity
Unleashed within you--there's no simple line,
Just fractal ferns unfolding endlessly
From this new strange-attractor center--sign
Of all the turbulence that makes us free.
I say this though the world refuse to hear it--
This comes from God, the Christ, and Holy Spirit.

The Art of Life

I spliced the gene that codes luciferase
Into the great white peafowl chromosomes
And all I got was glowing legs below
A resplendent spray of white -- new gene tomes
Of biologic art are bound to grace
Museum zoos, and sooner than you know.

Vitamin C

The folded petals of the dusty rose
Are making quite a surreptitious pose
Attracting every artificial nose
And each forgets a hip is all that grows
In ruby red like tiny little toes.