Vision

By: Devon Phaneuf 

What light from yonder window breaks?

What fight o'er fonder men among snakes dost thou awake?

The greatest epiphany of a man is for him to maintain that no thing is mundane and that he is to blame...for shame.

Vision is the art of decision, for intention is the munition of invention...an arms race against attrition.

Thumbs

Hitchhike,

Up or down

From the crown.

Salute, refute,

Gesture, molester.

They’re handy,

Can make you randy.

Without them:

There is no plan B.

Don’t you see?

All you owe to glee,

Your claims to be free,

The ability to sip tea,

Belongs to one appendage.

No need to feel glum.

You have a thumb!

Even if it’s numb,

It’ll help you eat plums.

In absence: your life will be upended.

Ability forever suspended.

Life as you know it is owed to thumbs,

From people under the gun,

To counting stars...beyond the sun.

-DLP (6.28.2020)

Spectacular Vernacular 

By: Devon Lee Phaneuf (7.30.2020)

A centrifugal horn or bugle,

Makes a sound in the room around,

Hits a wall (which we call the bound),

Bounces back to find its center.

With an ear to the ground he listens...

To hear an echo...a resound.

Through a molten mantle it uproars,

“I am the core!!!”

“The very origin of this world,

Whom without your life would unfurl.

Stars of disaster spiral and twirl,

Yet I am your pearl.”

“The gem of existence,

Your cosmic resistance.

A fight you cannot win,

Without my enlistment.”