April 2015 Notebook

by

Klaus J. Gerken


Star Strek (sketch)

Capt Medland
His constant companion, a metamorph, the crew knows only as a cat
His Romulan second in command (a beautiful woman)
A holographic doctor who can materialize anywhere on the ship (with a holographic staff)
James T. Stetson cocky navigator who is named after James T. Kirk
In the tradition a hard drinking Scot: Patrick Ironstone as engineer
Various other crew members (not bridge crew) that change from week to week as stories are built around them

In fact the whole of the inside of the ship is a giant holograph where things can be changed at will

The Borg have been harnessed and are now a factory working for the Federation

A new enemy the Omprazoles (a reptilian race) want to capture the Borg away from the feds and destroy the empire

kjg 1 april 2015


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drowning

it always comes back at night
the monster that consumes us
in the day it lies hidden
in the valley of our esophegus
waiting to choke us
with a terrible suppression
hard to swallow hard to breathe
it has no restraint
one can't just wish it away
unlike an anxiety attack
with drugs or alcohol
it thrives on that
life no more our own we falter
in the hidden wings of destitution

kjg 145am 1 apr 2015


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I played two blind double nils in Spades (partner played two fives) and we won! 

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spring sonnet

do not tell lies where lies are broken
the truth is often there revealed
do not betray the path you've taken
once lost it will forever be concealed

do not reclaim what you have given
the greatest enemies are former friends
do not be sweet just as a token
a rose has thorns and will not make amends

indeed the shell is not the body
and the body not the mind 
i fear we sometimes find confusion
where clarity is left behind

so as the rose has thorns to injure
to gentleness it will be kind

kjg 3 apr 2015

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I read, I don't study things to death. For instance, I don't need to know a certain sentence matches 200 other sentences throughout English literary history that may have been an influence on the author's style of writing. I just want to read the goddam poem, or book, and get the author's message.

kjg 416pm 5 apr 2015

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the path i follow

i ran around in mud before the inspiration came
but then there came a desert and there was no burning bush
i hung on for the shelter of a cool oasis
it was over crowded and polluted i walked away
the desert was more fertile than was paradise
i kept walking parched black skin wanting for the mud
but when the mud came it was black tar and flaming suction
no one could escape who went asunder there
so i sat at the edge of the precipice and waited for death
it was useless to go on but my mind refused that answer
it argued with itself like a volcano spewing lava
and somehow came to a conclusion death was no more easy
than struggling on the journey wherever it might lead
so on i went into the vast unknown following my poetry.

kjg 110pm 7 apr 2015 
 
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