Cognizant Nugget

October 23, 2017

I heard in the crosswords

Cain killed the Keeper of the Sheep

“Learn something  every day”

For most of it though  don’t go and lose sleep


When told  Fool’s Gold  is all that

When it’s anything but,

Instead of taking out yr wallet  for faking out

Don’t make out that yr already over the ruse

Wontcha smile (finally, fer christsakes) and refuse.

Smile and refuse


August 12, 2015

As  I  ask

For  more  info

&  They  acquiesced,

They ‘d  defer to

“Those in the know”.

Those in the know?

I  go

“I don’t think so.”


I was a wise guy

god, eighty odd years.

Most answers  are guesses.

Uncertainly those experts,




April 22, 2015

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the “light ineffable,”

from Poe’s “Eleonora”





pray, tell

There’s but one pretty way to spell out

my long sentence.

If random luck holds out   perhaps

The power, like lightening  stabs

down my stance,

I’ll light up  Dark dancing static

X Rayed,  & loony like on a cartoon.

Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle

in a lantern soon.

Windfall clarity

should  scare me then.

If I should flinch when I  have,  by chance

One unscrambled avalanche,

Doled out sure/steady

As an hour old Soulful  pillow  rain

It  means

I’ll miss  all this  when

The  words  come,

Spilling these spaces.&


I’m  pervious

I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces

     I  BELIEVE  I’ll  BELIEVE  HERE     (from Oct of 09)
They say that at sea
Mal de mer
Is easier to bear
If you can lift your gaze,
Look,  and lock in  the horizon—
The  distant   constant   transcendant  end.

I’m a man who  says   “Land, too.”


May 1, 2009

I was looking through a big black garbage bag from the back room loaded with writing from way back, (for something “revolutionary” from my spirited youth, to be honest) and thought that before throwing a notebook away I’d take something to keep and show here (right from the inside cover, something I used to write on bathroom walls across the country) maybe not Reaching Out revolution but inner… getting what’s mine.

” I was so much older then…”



“Inner space is the place to go

Close yr eyes and flow in that flow

You’ll get wise to what you already know”