Five Poems: The Golden Rule; The Glass Is Not Half-Full; It's Getting Crowded; Limits; Surviving

By Jack Brummet 

The Golden Rule

Listen to the songbirds

Trill

But keep an eye 

On the buzzard section. 

The glass is not half-full

I saw our dreams

Disappear 

Like a white pony 

Over 

A low grassy hill. 

It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth

With Venn Diagrams

As our steps

Bisect old steps. 

Limits

We like to believe

We could endure anything for five minutes 

But that theory, cooked up 

In your hermetic study or bedroom, 

Comes apart at the seams 

When you imagine being on fire 

Or having crows feast 

Upon your eyes. 

Surviving

Salvation lies

In remaining unblinded 

To the treachery 

Massing around you:

The enemy without,

Calculating your fall 

And the traitor within,

Beating in your chest.

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