Some poems

...I really want that title to be a palindrome or at least an anagram, and it's just not.

If [poem]

If anyone lived in a pretty how town –

What did he do? Where did he go?

What did he like? What did he know?

If in Xanadu Kublai Khan a stately pleasure dome decreed – 

How did he say it? And how did he feel?

How did Kublai Khan keep it real?

If we loved in a kingdom by the sea –

Where did we meet? Where did we play?

Where did we laugh? What did we say?

If I take the road less traveled –

What will I see?  Who will I meet?

Why in the world did I take to my feet?

If the world ends in fire –

How did it start? When will it end?

Why did we hate? What could have been? 

Sailing

Sailing on a sea that’s a hundred miles wide,

Searching for an island that’s a hundred miles small.

Looking for a mountain that’s a hundred miles high,

Climbing up a face as sheer as a wall.

Searching for a house on the hundred mile peak,

Hunting for its garden – that’s a hundred mile leap.

Spying for the birds with the blue-green beaks,

Getting lead to a river that’s a hundred miles deep.

Searching for your treasure in a hundred mile squall:

A small, red flower that’s hardly there at all.

Prom

too loud, too bright

thump of thousand feed to the beat

dresses glitter, sear

too aware, too intense

feel like hydrogen in the midst of fusion:

squeezed, terrified, out of control

too open, too vulnerable--

find a black hole and climb in,

run to the graveyard,

anything, just let me hide.

too close, too tight

suffocated by human spandex

claustrophobic

one false move and crushed by the mob

can'tfocuscan'tthinkcan'tbreathe

heart pounds

fight or flight –

trapped, no weapons

no protection

only one pink dress,

not nearly strong enough 

xo, 

Devo