Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Service to the World

October 18, 2017

Here’s the thought…

put down the drink
that’s the hardest part
push back off the bar
hands pressed into black cushion
stool legs twisting on red carpet
stand
walk away
out the double front door onto the veranda
breathe in the exhaust scented air
deep, really fill the lungs
remain determined
slam outward through the gate
wait for it
see the bus coming
rushing to make the light
as it barrels across the intersection
step into the street
listen to the sound, to the screech
and calculate
if indeed the driver
truly did care to stop
or knew
she was doing the world a service

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No Dogs Allowed

October 17, 2017

In a dog’s eyes
on a dog’s face
what we see
in its expression
is a reflection
our own feelings
mirrored back at us
this is why
I cannot live
in canine company
to see
my emotional state
the self-loathing
the disgust in humanity
the destructive storms of incompetence and failure
sitting across from me
in another living creature
only intensifies and clarifies
my wish to escape
that flickering of hope for release
which must daily
in alcohol be doused
lest the genie see the way
grant the wish
and break the lamp
for good

Russian Revolution

October 13, 2017

a dream of so many
springs of well-being
to come
equality, justice
a world wide union
stable and peaceful
but all before the sorrow
the fall to ruin
all greatness for the future
smashed to humankind’s shame
an endless humiliation
cast upon those who dream
who dare to hope aspire
dashed down to earth
like all the destroyers past
a meteor, a madman
faith and suffering
love of comrades expired
to camps, to death
dinosaur or man
only those who take flight
survive

Chilled Vodka

October 10, 2017

My days end in a void of sense
helplessly robbed without defense
all I am terribly plundered
all my being cast asunder
intellectually bereft
gone in a drink, all my self

The No Match

October 5, 2017

Glances across meeting
two automatic smiles
seeing in one another instantly
their matching nature
both burst in harsh laughter
slithering onward after
each
their own way
the side-eyed hunt
seeking unwary prey
separately continues

Blood Red Hate

September 29, 2017

Foremost know
before your birth
they hated you
to keep it in mind
is the only way
not to take it
personally
because that
is likely the greatest
evil of it
how impersonal
their hatred is
an inhuman loathing
a ruthlessly cold heartlessness
that has nothing at all
to do with you
as an individual human being
it is simply you
as an existence
wanting things
they want exclusively
for themselves
that you think and believe
you deserve certain rights
is anathema
to the society they desire
your health and happiness
is the target
of their hatred
and should you complain
or protest
obstruct or criticize
against their agenda
they will blame you
for who you are
if you are sick
it is your failing, morally
if you are gay or ‘of color’
a woman or disabled
it is you who
have brought upon yourself
all that you find unfair and unjust
they have given you everything
how dare these sluts
these faggots and niggers and cripples
voice dissent
you cannot conquer their hate
it is total
all encompassing
if they were ever anything more
than their hatred
they are not now
hate has consumed them
eclipsed humanity beyond them
a dark shadow army
of monsters
cheering for your sickness and death
know this and know it always
they hate you
and it’s your fault they do

Untitled Until Ending*

September 28, 2017

Compassion withers
mine for them
as increasingly I see
they have no more
than scavengers
squabbling over carrion
have for the fallen flesh
upon what they in frenzy feed
companions of gluttony and greed
disciples to it
shallow and callous
they screech their malignancy
insinuate it
into the heart of society
rotting out all decency and civility
making way
for the dark cancerous growth
a blossoming of antisocial lawlessness
the stinking flower of which
blooms septic across the sky
a shadow of shit
spread from sea to sea
without shine
the scintillations of the light
dying on the waters of life

*This poem is titled “Grand Old Poopy,” but the author of the poem thought it best the reader’s knowledge of said title be postponed until after reading in order to avoid accusations of using political bias as a tool to guide the reader’s judgment of the work.

No, on the Contrary, Fuck You Faggots

September 22, 2017

the brave
are not what they seem
bonded as brothers
in momentary desperation
under the impression
their comfort is in danger
of affliction
a world of privilege rocked
instability
economic anxiety
hopelessness and hate herding them
on to march
as if to war
in their own streets
armed and uniformed
as they pick scapegoats
and pass the buck
on personal responsibility

this is not a portrait of courage
but of fearful cravens
cowering in the disguise of force
of numbers
driven by their sense of their growing obsolescence
in dawning horror
at a slowly leveling playing field
and thus bravely do they join
in violent protest briefly
spouting words of valor and supremacy
until foiled and routed
assaulted under words
and public censure
they return to their comfort never lost
now fearful of losing it all
and they cry
a peculiar cocktail of shame and guilt
tearful fits of childish self-pity
groveling to the camera lens
sniveling for the mic
uploading their presumed unjust persecution
for all the world to mock

Day Old Bread Philosophy

September 19, 2017

back into dream
coma mulch
fertilizer of god-sprout
mass-subconscious
uprising to be
caretaker, gravedigger
afterlifer
as ephemeral nourishment
born of glyph
desultory tales
chaotically feverish
splendidly ebullient
the divinic cycle
the ecstatic system
the seraphic spiral
around and around
gods boil, evaporate
condense
water anew
never ending
as long as
man is dreaming
steady
mold growing
colonizing necessarily
as population outsizes
devouring the spoiled
no longer edible
bred beyond benefits
except for nightmares
and here are the devils
joining the circle
hand in hand
twirling, spinning
let’s rock, let’s go
kumbaya my lord
kumbay-motherfucking-ya!

You Are There

September 15, 2017

everybody’s name is a place
signifying themselves
where they are
where they could be
names are a location
a destination
where people have been
where others still
have yet to visit
as a permanent residence
rarely
or a holiday spot
a brief time spent
in the sunshine of us
a time for them to remember
fondly or bitterly
their place in life
as it intersected yours
cross streets
We Boulevard and
They Way
a place, a spot
a happiness, a regret
where we were
what we have been
lost mostly but look for yourself
and you’ll find home