Two poems

Poor or PhD

Dirty broken poor plan
wrap up bespoken lutes
nothing today’s clever
why silence equals truth

Nothing today’s clever
nothing complete yet is
something today evers
as if time never was

Something today evers
through each new kind of dream
dirty broken poor plan
masses huddled, cold pings.

Space sailing update

Jesus savior pilot me;
across a Multiverse’s troubled seas
extra dimensions ahead
infinite universes behind
lead me beyond omegas
of unstable, temporal non-primes.

The second poem is an adaptation of a famous one ‘Jesus Savior Pilot Me’