UPON A BLAZE

Upon a blaze

the rhyming dictionaries are piled

governing prose

are the poet police

in charge

of the new age of anti-rhyming words.

Mathematicians without heads

adding

and subtracting without vision or direction

hazard delights, and no more.

Abstractions

have no possibility of resolve

except

what is in our own head

and I doubt

that nonsense can be measured.

Who shall stand to shout

that we 

shouldn't take the time to read

brainless brainwaves?

Never to categorize or condemn

should we

leave others to these lesser things?

How do we gauge greatness?

Who will spin

the wheel and count them out?

How do we

understand the vacancies

that establish the works of genius

whose sufferings

wail in the prose of their hearts?

What is real and what is not?

In the Open Air

I profess an Open Heart

shall I too

be chastised for my experimental ways?

For a man

to convict himself to paper

is a very serious act.

and I shall not

pretend to be what I am not.

Upon a blaze

the tools of the poets will burn high

for already the truth

is coming

around the mountainside to see.

New Age of minds

gather around your nebula

and cast your Light.

Throw into the blaze your false desires

and create

and speak anew your vitality of words.

Be God

If just for a moment

Create a World that is your own/