Politically Shouting…!
Dust and Desert
Inspired by the endless
news regarding the epochal Middle East troubles and the consistent shaming of
the US in not doing enough to resolve it:
Respond
React
Remove by breathing
Fine grains of mosques
Particles of synagogues
Dust, once of solid faith
Filtered, by living tissue
Silicosis
Entropy Machine
Inspired by the wish
to never hear of this Texan again:
My President Supreme
A working machine of entropy
Iron gears for a brain
Hollow pipe for a heart
Texan jargon for dialogue
He is animated
When expressing OIL
He is an apparatus
Feeding off the living.
Machine Entropy
Is not a love producing/
Thought synapsing/
Life providing man…?
No.
He is a system of drills
Tapping black nourishment
From Hell; snubbing the green nipple
Mother Nature presents
He is a process of converting
Extracting/utilizing/rendering:
Earth matter to Heat
Grasslands to Desert
Oceans to Deadzones…
My President Supreme
The Entropy Machine
Loses to the Vacuum
all life, miscellany
Idling (A Door with
Two Entrances)
Inspired by a piece of
ugly history a friend of mine once told me his mother had told him about a
certain department store in downtown Indy during the sixties and the separate-but-equal
phase of our illnesses in the brain:
Luxury…
Metabolizing energy in the brain without an appropriation to
logic
Failure to empathize
We begin to rededicate primitive thoughts as new ideas
Establishing an origin for direct consequences
Without feeling the pain inflicted on others
Time…
Splashing it over the sides into streets
As if time is just an ocean to feed promenade fountains
Thoughtless folk can idle; idle, idle the time for time’s sake
Idling in comprehension of terrible acts
Creating a door with two ways to enter
One crystal knob for the White hand…
Below, a worn iron piece for the Black
You Heartbreakin’ SOB!
Edge
Inspired by the void
of soul resulting from the abusive nature of men who use men and who use the bar
scene as their excuse to abuse men who are used by men such as them:
All edge
No plane
Round dissected
No face
Just edge
A gay dimensionless
Men hold
Men release, or
Dangle, or
Leap, or
Fold
Crease
Along
Points
Successive
A line
Drawn straight
Infinitely
I Feel
Inspired by more of
the same as the stuff above, as a truer representation has never been written
by any living soul, if even that is not true at all:
A finger trailing
Up my neck
You’re a bruise
In my head
You’re a kiss
On my neck
You’re a burn
On my skin
Fingers
Through my hair
You’re a shock
Electric in my brain
You move, I feel
Love/Pain
Reality Check!
Blind, Bar the Hue of
Gray
Inspired by my dog,
Heidi, who was dying before my eyes while I steeped in my own self-pity
inspired by the several of the phases described above as I grew older and older
and older by each turn of my hollow world:
What have I done?
The world, so gray it takes my breath
Away; I can hardly breathe.
What have I done?
Old man, answer me!
My companion, for years at my side
She now limps, each leg searing with pain.
She sees me as a shadow,
Her eyes so feeble that they stare at walls.
She sees a ashen world
With shadows
Only the familiar scent of a hand
That bathes her and feeds her
And loves her without condition.
Old man, how you have raced through the years
Faster than any man should travel.
Are you as greatly wise as you have greatly aged?
Or, did impatience and wanting leave you hollow?
Tell me, old one.
Tell me!
Why is the world so colorless?
It is Spring, with flowering daffodils and sprouted tulips
Even annuals are emerging from a soft winter
And the trees are starting to bud
But the world is swollen, like wet bark
And icy puddles on the asphalt drive.
Washed out
Old man, you are tired.
I wish you were not so me…
Wish you had the grace and desire to live life living it
Like my companion. Like my friend. Like her.
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