Plato's Cave

What happens when words and images cohabit the same space?

Monday, November 20, 2006

Old Number Nth

He joined up with aspiration.

Grab a chance at education.

He could not afford the cost

But lacking it his future lost.

Stricken moms hold folded flags

And stare at rows of body bags.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Great Divide

Surrounded by others but usually alone,
(save for a voice on a cellular phone.)
Yet, why do I feel encircled by my tribe,
strolling by myself along the great divide?

Sunday, August 13, 2006


I’m taking my life apart,
putting it into boxes.
But what if Igor and I
can’t will it quick again,
when it’s all back together?
And it will be a soulless thing
whose parts are all at war.
Woe, nevermore my heart to sing
in harmony as before.

Sunday, August 06, 2006


The urge to give to others clues,
As to our private views,
Sometimes takes peculiar twists,
Shows more than we would wish,
More than we can bare with ease,
Expose us to a critic’s tease.
So lest regret strike like a blow,
Beware just how much you show.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006


Tats are cool.
They state your view,
Tho another's art you borrow.
But they tell you that,
Today’s follies are phat,
And that being so,
A heart can't grow,
Into what you are tomorrow.

Sunday, June 04, 2006


The old gal no more braves the sea.
Yet, she seems content to me,
Sitting on a mud flat singing her song,
For every shutterbug that comes along.

Friday, May 26, 2006


Container ships bring goods galore, to U.S. from Asian shore. We can’t pay now, maybe later but send more stuff by offshore freighter. Pretty soon our debt to Beijing is bigger than we can be paying then Asian man will come across the water and take away my oldest daughter.