Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Sacred Ground to Dust

June 12, 2017

And all the universe
became a pollution
of dead gods
when my pantheism
into atheistic ruins
where once
was a concrete step
imbued with divinity
there is now
a coarse cement sepulcher
for the doomed deity
entombed forever within
even as time
grows moss upon it
and erodes it into dust
each mote
carries the death
of all that was holy
as does every falling leaf
every atom cast
from every exploding star
all time
all space
a mass grave
for reckless beliefs

Who Wants to Die for Art?

June 10, 2017

Your murder on a holiday
will make your death more newsworthy
than the page three blurb
it otherwise would have been
be thankful your killer
had the good sense
to shoot you in the face
both with a gun and a camera
the footage of which
he posted to social media
not many are so fortunate
as to have their violent end
brought to national attention
by such a consummate
man of show business
his eye to sensationalistic detail
the unhinged rant, the random act
triggered by a break-up
by money problems
all confessed concisely
“I cracked,” he said
he cracked, luckily, on you
the family you leave behind
children, a spouse
biological accomplishment
increases your murder’s importance
elevating a mere atrocity
to art… to drama… to tragedy
in your demise you soar
high above the mundane
on Easter, a day of celebrated resurrection
you shine
a newly born star
for a little while

Back to It Tonight

June 7, 2017

At dawn parting
exhausted by the night’s labors
no prescription of clocks
or astronomically marked
calendar days
could make me accept
after the long graveyard’s work
when cheerful colleague chirped
“See you tonight,”
that I would
see her tonight
reeling against the fact
of the word
a sharp cold shiver
striking the bones
out into the winter morning
from off factory floor
single word
steam of air
a futile denial
when truth it is
to turn one’s back to it

Treacherous Felicity

May 22, 2017

listless in subserviency
ancient flowers enshrouded thusly
incubator to the redundant
corpulence of fleshy commitment
under animal reign
sanctification of belligerence
within obscurantism extreme
manipulation meta-data genetic
forcibly disrupted, disregarded
anti-ascendant disciplinary class
fomenting modularity
twin-beaded corruption
actionable disingenuousness
into perpetuity
by nonsense peddlers
primal in disgust
of mordant squalor

The Cullenary Curse

May 19, 2017

On the all too well lit
city streets
he stalked his prey
police and politicians
had done quite the number
porno shops and strip joints gone
prostitutes were nowhere
but there were Apps now
he’d made a profile
it wasn’t difficult
for a young man (HA!)
like him to find
a willing partner
especially since, really
anyone with DTF
on their account would do
not that that (DTF)
was a must
but it helped
and those sorts of women
weren’t looking for long term
which was good
because he had that
which was bad,
for now, at least
because that was why
he was out
to meet up with a stranger
some brief get to know you chit-chat
check into a room
or a secluded park bench
or a graveyard
and BANG!
always the gentleman
he let her pick
and he did it right
made sure that
even though he didn’t love them
and never could
they got theirs before
he got his
after all, that was why they were out
so it was the right thing to do
but so unnecessary
for a couple reasons
if only his girl wasn’t ‘saving herself’
she said ‘for marriage’
he’d proposed, of course, right away
but she said “that”
was no reason to get married
as if “that” was of no consequence
most churchy chicks
who’ve vowed purity
they go in for oral
but not her, naturally
he had to fall for a girl
who couldn’t even grant him “that”
because her virginity
is more important than these other women
than their lives
how easy life could be
if she did not deny him
her bounty
if he could only sup upon
her pure menstrual spring
but no,
because Jesus wants her to wait
so out he has to go
once a month
into shadowy seclusion
to drain a desperate soul her blood
in order to maintain
his eternal youth,
devilish good looks,
and frustrating vampiric existence

…and as for the sex
that was occasionally okay too
but as far as his dear Stephenie knew
he was only using his dates for food
and as long as it was just “that”
then “that”
was fine by her

The Same Difference

May 18, 2017

Here is the difference
when on the TV news
two blonde women
at a commencement ceremony
were shown
fists flying, hair pulling
fracas widening into riot
the old white men
sitting at the bar
staring at the screen
all good-naturedly laughed
at this televisual display of violence
but when
on the TV news
just days early
it was two black women
in an airport lobby
punching, pulling
their skirmish spreading
to engulf others
the same old white men
sitting at the same bar
were not amused and instead of a laugh
they muttered
niggers, animals
they can’t help themselves

In the Prey End

May 15, 2017

the law is a predator
picking off
weak and sick
at its leisure
all the time to them belongs
the wait to get
what’s theirs

Our Dear Leader

May 10, 2017

From out a single source
one mind, one man
can sprout an empire of shit
labeling all who oppose
terrorist, enemy, fake
a great divide
us against them
us: noble and forthright
them: duplicitous ratfucking cunts
set in perfect opposition
ring the bell
let the fight commence
we come out swinging
on the attack
virtuous warriors
and immoral villains
professional wrestlers
bad man vs. good man
ain’t no man
in this scenario
who ain’t been had
and the question
must be asked
“Who’s done had us?”
and the answer
as good’s it can be is…

Spin the Head

May 8, 2017

fill the tank at two ninety per
fill the jug at a quarter per
feed the boy
pack the lunch
brush the teeth
drive to school
drop off
buy the groceries
get forced by social propriety
to chit chat
with the clerk
unload the car
stow the goods
in fridge, in pantry
in hanging fruit basket
swat a fly against the ceiling
scrub a pan
soap and rinse
place on overhead rack to dry
go to the bank
deposit cash, open app
transfer funds
write the check
place the stamp
lick it shut and drop it in the box
catch the dash
pull the cord
insert the card
hear the buzz, enter club
belly up to the bar and drink
finally, drink

Self-Awareness is Hard

May 4, 2017

the organism
is lead to do
the same thing
day after day
or if, failing that
whenever the opportunity rises

the organism
cannot comprehend
why it does
what it does
actions performed
relentlessly repeated

the organism
is without question
asking nothing
of itself
of its motivations
content to be what it is

the organism
sadly, is not
what it is
it is something else
entirely concealed
by biology beyond
the organism