Einstein Insanity

Einstein Insanity

A Poem by Pete
"

There is considerable danger that a man will be crazy between dinner and supper; but it will not directly answer any good purpose that I know of, and it is just as easy to be sane. - Thoreau

"

you gathered black leather
you married white lace
knowing how to simultaneously pick up the tempo and drop the pace
vanishing without a trace
stained glass and candles without mercy or grace
a fueled rocket on a launchpad, counting down and stuck at zero, craving space

holding all the cards
plasticized jokers and nary an ace
claiming you had a full house while showing another face
a pitbull jury with neither jurisdiction nor case
a picked flower in need of water with a cracked, rare vase
two powerful countries engaged in an arms race
a shiny new keyboard without the backspace



© 2024 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"Staying in the house breeds a sort of insanity always. Every house is, in this sense, a hospital." - Thoreau

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I love it! You are so creative and spot on in your messages. Tinged with light-hearted verses, you keep humor as a tool to deep down relief from world and societies ills.
Coupled with your muse, you walk in his shoes.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

8 Months Ago

hmm. truth is stranger than fiction. thanks so much for the shared thoughts ... :)
Sami Khalil

8 Months Ago

Wow! So true and well articulated. You are welcome sir Pete.

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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..

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