Muse is coming, minutia
you’d better get out of the way
her voice has been known to entice.
You and muse, muse and you
no question who’s going to win,
it’s minutia again and again.
Minutia has devour power
before you know it, she’s all over you.
Intreat me, feed me, appetite uncontrollable,
she’s got you by the short hairs,
oh yeah, she’s got you by them.
It’s cuza you, minutia
it’s all be cuza you
few things are built in a day.
Your chancy complex drops woo-hoo bombs
on fixed up, waxed done preparations.
Your surprise, precise bevy of heavy
changes molecules of simple solutions.
Mimics call, Do not mess with minutia!
Put muses back in their bottles!
Minutia’s moveable ways make out
with easy to follow instructions.
A little to the left, more to the right
continual stuff of attenuations
hustle the bed to boggle your head
down with clutches of VIP details
you probably forgot to recruit
in your final compute
pushing multi’s re-set buttons
again and again and again
to arrive at muse inspired perfection,
or can it be? Yip yammer yank,
here comes the do over one more time
all be cuza you, milli, all be cuza you.
Can’t wait? Can’t watch the heated, ended dispute?
And the winner is … hot damn minutia.

 

“Milli” by: Patt ©2015

Down the road in the future
in RE BE re-arrive
every new moment lives in the moment
to be is to be alive, re be
rebecome, redefine, remean
reinvent self into that better self
the one you want the world to see
at one with epiphany.
Royal Oak celebrates diversity
as well as the scenery.
Royal Oak is a feel good city
feel yourself in Royal Oak’s moment
unique establishments, spectral atmospheres
perfected fruits, comeback societies
rock the future forward.
The heart gets what it wants in Royal Oak
attention attractions, the coveted chance to re
discover
community.
Life retains amazing as you re
exist
continually.
Messages to your future self
run in re-run capacity
pulsed by resurging recharge
of the synergy of reo
Reappear
shine your light on the re-grow.
Remember to re be in Royal Oak
a city futured by its people,
for even as they be re
the founders are not forgotten
they rebecome the heart of the city.

 

“RE BE FUTURE” by: Patt ©2015

The drummer
his race aglow
we hear him call
from the back row.
His ringers are magnificent
only surpassed
by his playing.
His hands are super large too
they penetrate
the skin of the drum
with a wildly countried rhythm.
He plays past the stars
the drummer
closes his eyes against the withheld part
while his hands pound the beat
and spirits hear it
even in the back row
where it’s dark
and sounds become a monotone.
Somehow the hearts keep time
spirits move
great balls of sound
plumb
on the plumbline
of the drummer’s tune
setting the pace
for other parts
when they reckon.
His rock is in the back row
he hears the echo’s roar
of angels dancing
on top or the plumbline
connection. _
Cymbals clash
the drummer has decided to call.

“PLUMBLINE” by: Patt ©2015