pure essence of life
lubricant of creation
more precious than love
squandered by the heartless
access plagues the destitute
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unless you have pissed in the wind
don’t speak of lost causes
that sullage of optimist bladders
pernicious with rank epithelial hope
for one popular ethic that tissues of
pluralist culture refuse to absorb
some days I’d rather make home
in a fairy tale sharing beliefs no mean
runcinate butcher-blade ever could
carve into agnostic right and wrong
cutlets of meat indigestible fodder
for minions who pray from the belly
(Originally posted here in February, 2013)
ancestors know
what death alone
can teach me
life has more
than four seasons
“Indifference, Year of Peril”
Painting by Thomas Hart Benton
don’t be fooled by the cool and aloof
the vacant ones seeming impervious to
emotional darts or accusative arrows
unmoved by uncommon affliction
unaffected by obvious blessing or curse
ungiven to judgment and thusly
unmarked by their own culpability
gliding along upon amoral principles
floating among all the finest salons
giving insincere toast to men’s virtue
uncannily surefoot they stride upon
unstable grounds in full heave of truth
no heartlight gives glow from within them
they must steal what is bright from their betters
so their friendship is never benign
these are the world’s most dangerous people
for emptiness bears metaphysical weight
enough heavy to crush whomsoever they touch
compressing the soul of humanity into
its deadpan disquieting animal essence
Politician Hung in Effigy
Photo from demotix.com
walking with my effigy
pockets empty of wine
only powerless jewels
decorating my pen
I’m confused why a mob
with a noose blocks our path
till I realize they’re not
after me but my partner
intent not on lynching
but making a point
it’s not blood in their eyes
merely hateful intolerance
aimed at opinions they glean
from my poetry
somehow offending
their view of the world
so I draw out my magnum
intent not on shooting
but making a point
it’s not blood in my eyes
merely hate for intolerance
they get the message
and scatter like rabbits
their rope left behind
I retrieve it while thinking
if ever the time comes
that I in my flesh or
my judgments in effigy
need public hanging
I’ll rig up the scaffolding
all by myself
turn the key
drop the chains
from the heart
open up
the pale skin
let the anger
and bitterness
drain from
the veins
leave the past
in a puddle
abandon the
pain pluck
the nettles
forget how
the blame
came to birth
disown guilt
through remorse
become soft
with tomorrow
enjoy these
new few
freshened days
look to bloom
in this sweet
final season
ready for
dying in
rose petal peace
clean at last
“Back in Time”
Illustration from sodahead.com
nostalgic for the future
I remember tomorrow
as if it were yesterday
clear as the day when I died
with its morning and evening
of soft-handed glory
the kind bestowed only
through lifting of pain
as today disappears
into time gone forgotten
replaced by a present
that hasn’t arrived
and a past yet to come
future perfectly formed
from a life never lived
save in unsleeping dreams