Defibrillator
I woke up this morning my eyes were bright
To survey the devastation of the night
Orgasms rationalized with a shrug
Decaffeinated love swept under a rug
The doggy barks for a piece of meat
Dry cereal available his treat
In the storm drain resides a cat
Who never worries about much fat
The ancient house now starting to rot
Is part of an Illuminati plot
Photos of misbegotten times
Insufficient to inspire these rhymes
A bag of old AC adapters
Your regular heartbeat can't recapture
November 2012 Gaines I. Milligan
a fish with a large brain
with a large enough brain a fish
could deduce another world above the waves
and with a brain that big the fish would also know
it's really no business for a fish
cognitive dissonance occurs in fish
when once he bites a hook to taste odd food
that really should not be there and tries
to swim away again and once again
it indicates in fish psychology
a logical contradiction unresolved
but fish's eyes can't cry and now
your brother from underwater gasps for air
lies on your deck and does his final dance
using the big muscle that made him fly and glide
and hide amongst the reeds and watch for prey
December 2012 Gaines I. Milligan
Bio: My name is Gaines Isaac Milligan, nee July 26, 1943. In Chattanooga Tennessee. After many lonely struggles, left that city in 1976 as a homeless accordionist. Since then I have accumulated a house, 100 accordions, a small family, and various predictable accoutrements. I now have composed about 3 dozen original poems, most of them since October this year, except for about 1/2 dozen I wrote in 2010. I write a poem at least every couple of days or so. When I am not writing a new poem, I am revising them. Except of course, when I am doing other weird things.
Prior to becoming a street accordionist, I sometimes lived in caves, and took sustenance from the land and good will. I have worked as a piano tuner and a bicycle messenger and a Real Estate Agent. I also repair accordions, and participate in various boring enterprises.
I woke up this morning my eyes were bright
To survey the devastation of the night
Orgasms rationalized with a shrug
Decaffeinated love swept under a rug
The doggy barks for a piece of meat
Dry cereal available his treat
In the storm drain resides a cat
Who never worries about much fat
The ancient house now starting to rot
Is part of an Illuminati plot
Photos of misbegotten times
Insufficient to inspire these rhymes
A bag of old AC adapters
Your regular heartbeat can't recapture
November 2012 Gaines I. Milligan
a fish with a large brain
with a large enough brain a fish
could deduce another world above the waves
and with a brain that big the fish would also know
it's really no business for a fish
cognitive dissonance occurs in fish
when once he bites a hook to taste odd food
that really should not be there and tries
to swim away again and once again
it indicates in fish psychology
a logical contradiction unresolved
but fish's eyes can't cry and now
your brother from underwater gasps for air
lies on your deck and does his final dance
using the big muscle that made him fly and glide
and hide amongst the reeds and watch for prey
December 2012 Gaines I. Milligan
Bio: My name is Gaines Isaac Milligan, nee July 26, 1943. In Chattanooga Tennessee. After many lonely struggles, left that city in 1976 as a homeless accordionist. Since then I have accumulated a house, 100 accordions, a small family, and various predictable accoutrements. I now have composed about 3 dozen original poems, most of them since October this year, except for about 1/2 dozen I wrote in 2010. I write a poem at least every couple of days or so. When I am not writing a new poem, I am revising them. Except of course, when I am doing other weird things.
Prior to becoming a street accordionist, I sometimes lived in caves, and took sustenance from the land and good will. I have worked as a piano tuner and a bicycle messenger and a Real Estate Agent. I also repair accordions, and participate in various boring enterprises.
