The Poetry of Brian Paris

In The Beginning

not far from home
the buffalo roam
in the center of the circle
where atoms fly
near the speed of light
in circles like superman
going back in time
past kennedy, lincoln and washington
past the rebirth, the death, the birth
past the huns, the czars, the greats
dinosaurs, one earth, and ocean life
past the birth of the sol
to the coldness before the light
back to the first fire
the explosion where He created it all
to tea time at the beginning of it all
where we can sit and make plans
for how it will all turn out

Stop That

my advice to you
is to stop that
stop critiquing
stop apologizing
stop waiting
stop crying
stop dying
stop failing
stop wailing
stop whaling
stop wasting
stop yearning
stop lying
stop running
stop watching
and start dancing

Criminals

black mask
in the dark of night
and my eyes
are my only betrayal
so i close them
and hope that I wake up
to a free world
not controlled
by the good people
who are never good
and can not be trusted

I Want More Than This

a good job
and a lonely life
sitting at home
on a friday night
too tired to go out
sacrificing time
to make money
wasting life
for the possibility
of better life later

and the king snake
can’t make a move
when the white mouse
dances in from of him
instead waits
for another snake
to take the bait
so it in turn
can have them both
but mostly
loses it all

hesitation
to begin life
anew
keeps me going
in the same way