Philadelphia Pepper Pot
Cat’s Eye catch all it in At
Wood, catch it all in marble
Would-should take it in a glimpse,
Spin that lie now it sparkle
Thoughts which ought be free with glee,
Lock no mock, lock it away
With glee which thoughts ought be free,
Cache turns old hay sees no day
In a way meant to be here
To share a story here now
In Bil and bough story grows
Only if plough is not plow,
Read not as hollow as reed
Grows in mind with thoughts to say
In riposte climbs to top yet
Jay leaves with intent to stay,
Think to think this any good,
Good and well, good is not well
To read only this and miss
Others' better words to dwell
Upon the thoughts locked away,
Collecting emotions here,
Emotions not on display,
Buried in the chest down there,
Too close it starts making sense,
Too near feelings turn to fear,
Time to drift away in crypt,
Truth hides best when it is near.
Spin the math, spin the circle,
You were, you are, you will be
Only now, only here, so
Let the Enigma be free
Of the rot the work will see,
In shyness you will have wrought
To sad dust a sea of work
That ought be brought to mass lot,
Little, brittle word: bay leaf
Change thircuth of life we live
In the gradient-perfect
Life, leeway: a word could give.
Let the growing reeds be free,
Spin so the Cat’s Eye can see,
Let fear not drift thoughts away,
Break the chest, make the Jay stay
Only here, only now, so
Yes, this you already know
In a way, meant to be here,
Here-now a story to share,
One lies in a collection,
Private, seeking perfection,
How to bear silent thoughts then,
The being itself fades when
I’m writing a poem at
Three ante meridiem
On thoughts I don’t seed or heed
That no one will ever read.
Wood, catch it all in marble
Would-should take it in a glimpse,
Spin that lie now it sparkle
Thoughts which ought be free with glee,
Lock no mock, lock it away
With glee which thoughts ought be free,
Cache turns old hay sees no day
In a way meant to be here
To share a story here now
In Bil and bough story grows
Only if plough is not plow,
Read not as hollow as reed
Grows in mind with thoughts to say
In riposte climbs to top yet
Jay leaves with intent to stay,
Think to think this any good,
Good and well, good is not well
To read only this and miss
Others' better words to dwell
Upon the thoughts locked away,
Collecting emotions here,
Emotions not on display,
Buried in the chest down there,
Too close it starts making sense,
Too near feelings turn to fear,
Time to drift away in crypt,
Truth hides best when it is near.
Spin the math, spin the circle,
You were, you are, you will be
Only now, only here, so
Let the Enigma be free
Of the rot the work will see,
In shyness you will have wrought
To sad dust a sea of work
That ought be brought to mass lot,
Little, brittle word: bay leaf
Change thircuth of life we live
In the gradient-perfect
Life, leeway: a word could give.
Let the growing reeds be free,
Spin so the Cat’s Eye can see,
Let fear not drift thoughts away,
Break the chest, make the Jay stay
Only here, only now, so
Yes, this you already know
In a way, meant to be here,
Here-now a story to share,
One lies in a collection,
Private, seeking perfection,
How to bear silent thoughts then,
The being itself fades when
I’m writing a poem at
Three ante meridiem
On thoughts I don’t seed or heed
That no one will ever read.
- Ernest Worthing