The Implications

Among what trees of life and knowledge

do I meander having  No Trespassing 

signs nailed to  them, the invitation to take

as much as I can, memorize the trail

into and out of the paradise of denial

so I can endlessly return, get what I need,

leave more for later.  To say, "Do Not" 

is an RSVP for "Go Ahead."

I'm finding more of those trees

everywhere; I don't have to remember

where I've been, I only have to look

and see, know nothing is without 

consequence -- nuanced or nuclear --

and be ready to say with Job and Jesus,

"I've done nothing which is not of me.”

-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com

Landmark Blues

Landmarks at night make time and distance seem unreal.

Memory  unforgotten, unforgettable makes
then now as the nagging question appears
at the heart like the iline
of a 12-bar blues song  that you don't want to hear
and the road takes you back to where
you are along backroads and memories
begging the questions of fate and destiny
you don't know if you can take the answers to
unable to deny who you and where you are
because because of landmarks in the night
and curved roads and dirty headlights
that don't shine behind, barely ahead
and you start humming that blues song
you don't want anyone to know.

-Byron Hoot

http://hootnhowlpoetry.com/