A Knife Like No Other

A knife like no other
Tip'n'tang bone'to'handle

And a handle to hold onto
To hold on to a thought

The handle itself courteous
Carved of you so rare a dream

New Age

'Twas the time

Of posting gratuitous email
of facebook and of such
of shoaling up mentally like snow
against & over cars burying them

. . . & aren't we glad

To escape humanity hugely
like great waterbirds running
the surface winging flapping
scooping up to an overview

. . . & aren't we glad

Of white clumps mounds below
of undefined shadows
ignoring a waving hand
insignificant amid the chatter