Co-Worker
A melancholy
zombie
Did pass
me in the hall,
Whispering
beneath his breath of
His job
and bills and all.
I laughed
aloud and told him
Not to
bite the hand that feeds,
For to
whichever master you cast your lot,
For that
one, too, you'll bleed.
- Scot N. Kaeff
(c) 1996
Reality
Cuts
My loves
and my hates are melting
Into one,
Amalgamizing
themselves before me
Into the
sleekest of blades.
And on
that blade is inscribed:
"This
world of what you wear,
Not what
you say;
Of money
and power,
Not earth
and soul;
It will
be the death of you."
Truer words
I had never read.
- Scot
N. Kaeff
(c) 1996
Stars
They are
not simple things
These
burning lights I spy,
Twinkling
and whispering
Across
the blackened sky.
I wonder
how the light does cross
Oceans
of space to me,
And I
also wonder
How this
ever came to be.
So many
earthly questions
With their
answers in the sky,
But really
I just like to gaze
And watch
the night pass by.
- Scot
N. Kaeff
(c) 1996