John Search

Phoenix, Arizona

Literature and composition are the only things that bailed me out in English class. The other stuff, drove me crazy! Speaking of driving crazy; that has been my profession for the last ten years: a hotel van driver in Phoenix, Arizona. I believe a person has to personally experience a lot of life's book of chapters and not necessarily in numerical order to give them a purpose and meaning but some never do - they fall into a rut and stay there too! I haven't written any poems since high school but in the last year I have written about one thousand.

The Nature of The Beast

As, crazy as
this may sound,
I think, it's,
quite profound!
You know,
when, they say,
the full moon
affects, your head,
let, it, be known,
that, from me,
it, was said!
The gravitational pull
is, like, an electro-magnet
with, a dimmer switch,
the strength, is measured
by, the size
of, the bitch!
If, the moon can raise
a wave, in, the ocean,
then, mark, my words
and hear, my notion!
If, you have a high content,
of iron, in, your bod,
it, would go, straight
to, your head



now, does this
sound odd?
With, all, this iron,
rushin' to, your head,
the oxygen level
would, be bled!
So, it, would be
oxygen deprivation as,
the nature, of, the beast,
that's, my theory
if, it, matters
in, the least?
Continuous action,
of, this kind
would, slowly
drive, a person
out, of, their mind!
Oxygen deprivation
from, too, much iron,
is, the theory
that, works for me,
but, who'll, stand under,
an electro-magnet,
long enough,
to see?

All poems Copyright © 1996 John Search. All rights reserved.