Random Observations

Coming About

Yesterday I brought a great Schooner about,
Hanked in the lines, thrust nose through wind
Reminded me a bit of life..
Lots of sharp turns through turbulent seas

Pris Campbell
(c)2001

Space Madness

            I hang on the edge of a star
            Earth twirling madly beneath
            How could such a lazy-looking eyeball
            Have gone so completely insane?

Pris Campbell
(c) 2001

Birth-Day

Forget about throwing parties
for punch drooling five year olds,
fondling cake-smeared photos
forty years later, claiming remembrance.
Celebrate now.
Blow candles or whatever.
Eat, drink, but don't make Mary
(unless menopausal)
and then, for god's sake,
don't take pictures.

Pris Campbell
(c) 2001

First two poems posted on The Poet's Porch, 2001

Space Madness will be published in The Dead Mule, Fall 2002.
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