Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Tornadic Aphorism Buster

April 18, 2018

Black walnut rain
a pounding hail from on high
judgment of storm cloud
snorted up the tornado’s proboscis
as it snuffles forest and dirt
sowing its eradicating path
plucking clean the branches of the tree
for only one reason
all adages, all clichés
must be laid waste
and here, pelting earth
a dozen miles from their birth
the nuts fall
far from the tree


The Leper Shall Inherit the Sea

April 10, 2018

A perfect picture of humanity:
an oceanside swimming pool, full
the sea, empty
and if you know this scene comes from a commercial
one for a prescription skin cream
then your understanding will be as clear
as humankind’s collective hide

Rat Tangle

April 4, 2018

Narcissism dipped in the screen
handheld moonbeam to the eyes
a vision of you
directed back at you
merrily mirrored into the stream
self-selected data flow
info squeeze to appease
all your bias belong to them
pickled, packed, catalogued
inquire to the choir
the song sang sung to familiar tune
black orbs vacant
in the shining rectangle of light
oily reflections on the meniscus of the dream
sponge to the spill
more of you absorbing darkly inward
re-enforcement chain
concatenated spiral burrows
feeding on you, feeding you
paper vultures on thermals glide
unconcerned whether dead or alive
robots click, people click
through, through, through
numbers are numbers
days of you spent knowing you
staring back luminescent snarl
in the blinding rat tangle of blight


March 30, 2018

Wind in the fronds
like breakers at the beach
vast devastating emptiness
of the ocean
from shore, deception
under waves teems too much
as beneath the rustling palm crowns
so too
apparent desolation
sound of traffic, of trains
and footsteps, obscured
by persistent static hiss
where even birds not dare
on such gales
yet we make our paths below
and later below
and still later below
sky, waves, graves


March 17, 2018

This is the eternity you will go to
It will be damp, cold and filled with leaping shadows
You will be a child, lost
You will want safety, warmth and more than anything
To be found
To find your parents
Alleyways and long dank halls
Dead end roads and ladders up to rooftops
These you will crawl and climb and cry
When it is too much
When your throat is raw from calling out
Mom, Dad
As you slump to the ground
All hope vanquished
You will hear your name
From off your mother’s lips
Your father’s question rings out
Where could she have gone
And you will double down on your search
You’ve spent too long looking to give up
And in this way
Will your eternity play out
And out again
And it will broadcast on ABC
And stream live on Disney Prime
A massive hit
Millions of enrapt viewers
Every day
Every hour
Of your endless yearning moment
To find what will forever allude

Foxgloves for the Fight

March 16, 2018

They are children
bodies mutilated in contest
for adoring pleasure
pitting child against child
cheering, jeering
adulation, derision
these children
who go after each other with knives
are our children
our neighbors’
and strangers’
concussed and bleeding
in the colors of their team
flying signifiers of allegiance
for the crowd
not knowing for whom to root
will descend into violent chaos
upon itself
and so to sport
and so to war
they go
those children
who come home to us with knives
knowing nothing else
but knives, pain, mutilation
again and again to it they return
the contest, sport or war
jersey or uniform
into acceptance
team colors the spectators soothe
as the children succumb
to the death wish of their joy

Gender is as Gender Does

March 13, 2018

Between gender and sex
be not bemused
sex is the concrete formation
the determined
intra- or extra-
-version of your nebulous
abdominal terminus
either dangling for laughs or
neatly tucked away
that is
grotesquely understated
what it is
but genderization
is conceptual
a form held in thought
a confusion
that believes
female is feminine
and male masculine
but neither is either
nor one the other
but both may bleed
freely back and forth
ebb and flow
low and high
forward into
or back out of
what is now cemented
was once
a stirrable slurry
ready to accept the mold, the trowel
and be
whatever it was necessary for it to be
new forms
old shapes
the inside out
fully malleable
cock or cunt or both of the mind

Such a Comfort

March 5, 2018

Too much is made of the time
wherein, the people
to contend by battle
muster the will for all out war
it’s in the opposite of the will
in apathy, boredom
desensitized indifference
a world too tired, to put upon
oversaturated in information
exhausted of clarity, of passion
no longer caring
simply succumbed to inevitability
ready and accepting
the entire species Homo sapiens
shoulders slumped
a haunted worldwide sigh
the soft susurrus exhalation
blanketing the Earth
in resignation
go ahead, dear leaders
drop the bombs
hand out the guns
deploy the troops
and beg the gods
no more piqued by folly
than the vaporized
than the blind entombed
losing divine interest
they fade
receding back into dream
now that the dreamers
at last dream no more


February 15, 2018

Ask your doctor and cough up the cash
clear skin can be yours today and subsequently
fall in love
have a family
get that dog good and soapy
catch a firefly
right in the palm of your fucking hand
it’s just like that
no more unsightly spots
and the world is your pimple to pop
just spike the vein
to be a dermatological champion
you rash free mother fucker you
live the life of your wonder bread dreams


February 12, 2018

There’s a knife
separated from me
by a square pane of glass
a shield
between customer and food prep
they use it for slicing citrus
cutting it in half
for the juicer
handle and blade
both painted yellow
but on the blade it’s worn away
steel exposed
limned in golden sunshine
it’s an arm’s length away
through the Liberty Safety tempered barrier
there is a work around
a passage that goes straight through
just to my right
there at my elbow
as I sip from the mug
the moment could come
a direct line
from me to the knife to the bathroom door
single occupancy with a lock
quick, make the move
get the knife
behind the counter
push past
“Out of the way”
open and close and locked inside
“You’ll need police
and a clean-up crew
I’m very sorry,”
and then pressure of the pointed tip
to the orange’s peal
into it, to the rind
the ripe giving flesh
and out the other side
all that juice wasted
freely spilled, strange
how I always so loathed
donating to the mosquito
the leech, the tick
their fair share
such a meager volume
of my ruby bounty
contained no more
come and get it
while it’s still warm