Person, once were

Person, once were

by dan ankers

I took a walk to the other side of the stream

Slinking away, while calmly contemplating life

On the bridge I could hear myself think

I  could drink from the lantern of time

See, what it was and what it is

and what it will be

it’s silly

It’s still me.

Through My Peephole

Through My Peephole

by dan ankers

I espy, through my magic window

the walkers-by, whose feet ignite as tinder

beneath the crushing weight of regrets

and things unfulfilled

which are long forgotten waves

gone by

and mean little to those who know

better

than to waste

their

precious times

upon awful things like

these

My awkward lenses usher me to freedom

Awkward lenses, lock me up in chains

I am beholden to the loci and the foci of

my awkward glasses

But I am not a weak man

No, not at all

And am only half to blame

Scarce remembered rhymes and tenses

distorted like ripples, wavering

through glass

Where swims the dolphin’s

tail unrepentant

innocence;

the infant’s laugh

I try to turn and kick

the railing

wishing only I could lie

but that is not a fate

worthy of

Envy

The choice.

Two streams.

which will i ride?

Alas, so long

my time is coming

and now the hour of dreams draws nigh

a brain exploding

overloading

No choice

but cleave

and set in motion

a chain reaction; satisfaction

exponential

drive toward time

whereupon

Pursuant of adventure

and

Thoughts provoked.

This world is mine.

Overtly Covert

Overtly Covert

by dan ankers

Do I fall Beneath 

the wrath of my

Disease

Do I own up to the 

last or do I 

Please

Do I make my 

presence known or do I

Leave

Should I strive for 

the unknown or 

Disbelieve

To at long last forget

Despite the leads

The spiders they are many

and do crawl

underneath the manuscripts

and

do lift them up to 

Me

Where servants find and

partake in

their

Education

And can no longer 

serve

their own

Destruction

But are lifted  up

beyond the 

Stars

Their limitation.

Magic Salsa

Magic Salsa

by dan ankers

Magic salsa

Magic salt

Magic ways to change

your thought

Processeez

and

Processezz

Magic ways

to change your head

Not derange

or maim

or spread

A virus formed

out of tears of dead

imaginings, which once

were lost

But nurture things

that still hold 

cost

Just my Drive

Just my Drive

by dan ankere

Are there doorways

like barn doors

full of excrement

Bowing

Out from the bottom

dough over-ripe

Shall we finish these doors

like adults

We express so much

Overcome

Overly

Fanciful

Bullshit’

Sloshing out

like mashed potatoes

only graver

and with more

Savor

You’re not in your element, ever

You’re not in your element, ever

by dan ankers

You finish every job, the way you think it’s done

but you’re not right by any stretch

No, not even one

Never even once

No, not even sometimes

It’s all been blindness and vanity for you

A series

A string of misconceptions

What’s it like to be so misdirected?

Is it disheartening?

Is it heartbreaking?

I wonder

Another Look

Another Look

by dan ankers

In 

the early morning mystery

when my life has seemed a history

I’d read about in books

And I wonder where the time went

though the bulk of it was well spent

It could still use another look

So much filler

Extra space

Gaping maw

Unlived disgrace

Not all of it, mind you

Not even most of it

But enough

Enough to seem wasteful