Category: Poetry

Hate Is Nothing To Fear

If you think those rioters hate you
or
those others
whoever they may be
hate us
you’re confusing hate
with desperation

Similar to watered down compassion
Similar to love and sex
When you give it out to everyone
just willy-nilly
What value is then left
that’s not just silly

If you hate the man who’s desperate
He covets your life, your wife, your gloves
So much so he snuffs through strife
Your very common sense or
decent fool’s lament

You might see
Hate is just inverted love
As fear is just inverted heart

Courageously
You think you destroy their art
And history
Jacking monuments and sucking tears
Striking down all meant dear

So Blake has never met your ear
The iron hand crushed the tyrants head
and became a tyrant in his stead

Hate has only passion
For you to fear
Don’t confuse hate with desperation
Hate like love has everything
Yet nothing
For you to fear

Passion, word of the devil
Come and take it, with me
very deliberately
Our sacrament
I need your consent
In case some day
we need repent

Let us hold it
Together
Compassion
The bravest only
Or the most clever

That I withhold
I do
Because my passion comes
Then lasts
Forever

Ladies

Let us be Ladies again
in order to inspire our men
to be better gentlemen

Men of salt and oil and
so much soul
S-Oil
oh that very soil
Our Loves
of soil and soul

Dark and scary
Light and airy

Let us not wag the finger
nag the ship or
fly false flag
insisting or resisting
instead of covet
the most tender snap or snip

What trap not of
merrymaking illusion
and fairy faking
but of resin and honey
and propolis glue

Weaved in sweet grass
where the I meets, truly meets, the U
what if we had nothing better left to do?

What if, honor met catastrophe and
delusions finally got the best of me,
and thee
Where then would we be?

Ladies
Let us be Ladies again
Weaving softly in our den
but still conspiring with lies and plies
Yet now with big open and wide eyes

So subtly different yet
still crooning with intent
No longer mesmerized by parliament
Our firm roots detect our firmament

What honor might we seed
Legions might we lead
Rifts might we unite
Sigils might we light

Ladies,
might we someday be Ladies again?
And, if you say yes,
could we please be friends?

That Greater Good

S/he who has spent each day of life in excess
Tells me what makes happiness
And then expects me
to accept

S/he who has spent an eternity
Stringing hearts and sipping wine
Just sweeping cobwebs makes them flee

Imagine what toil would bring working 7 x 7
Blocked in this cell H called Time
still undefined, yet quite refined

Distanced from death, pumped and sterilized
For maximum effect
Selling that golden dawn
Singing spare the silly sparrows and
Let the lambs roam free

Call on LORD technology
Or your local shrink, shaman, clergy
Or any other shark to guppy

You play capture the
Scream of the butterfly
As if consent wills

Heart or nature’s lie

You will not win
But to prevail
For a fort-night
Is fine for tempests pay

Trap it
Milk it
Right where it’s at
That greater good
Well played plant

A fair fly trap
Crow to know
One day
The wisdom of our
Dismay

 

 

Butterfly Language, Caterpillar Peeps

But, he had a mental illness.
But, he meant well.
But, he was a good provider.
But, I’m uncomfortable when you agree with me exactly,
at the exact wrong moment.
And, by the way, Happy Fucking Mother’s Day!

Blanket of Approval

Upon leaving that One Season World
There’s a spell that’s cast

and when that storm it came at
A different hour

This time, I did not cower
Instead, it brought me power

The dogs moved to
nestle at my breast
when night was cast that strange day

Because, I guess, they know, no, other way

Oh! They cheered, She’s got it Down, that Terrain!
and She’ll flog your ass
half-passed insane

You think that’s funny!
Me, too, my friend,
Please, chump, come, again
and again.

Some American Dream

Why should I be so lucky?
Standing here rinsing off the dishes
from last night to load them
in the Automatic Machine then
Reheat the meat
from last night even though
now I must eat it
without sauce

Because my clumsy husband
broke the jar on the kitchen floor
before he went to work

Why should I be so lucky?
to be the one who rushes to
Grab the broom
from our large pantry
to wipe up the mess from our
Beige ceramic tile
so he’s not late

Why should I be so lucky?
When She, that unfortunate woman
right there on my
flat screen TV
Sold a kidney today for food
Since she’s too old now
to feed her children
by getting Screwed

A Commuter’s Lament

Have you ever known the peace of a country dawn?
Or heard the melody of nature’s song?
Or felt the stars on a midnight’s meadow?

I say you have not!

For if so, you would not make me choose
The cement of your cities
Over the flowers in my fields
Or the roar of your traffic
Over the buzz in my gardens
Or the prison of your office
Over the breeze in my heart
Or the intransigence of your schools
Over the wisdom of my soul

Yet if I trust it’s only in your ignorance
Then I never confront your evil

4.20.20

Dear Baby Jesus,
may the Mighty Lords hear that
I do not consent!
My ancestors and brethren,
I do Concur, if had so consented,
did so Only under great Duress.

I don’t need chants or songs or vigilance to say simply
I do not consent!

I don’t need stomps or guns or fear of pestilence

Simply, truly, I do not consent!

Mark it, now, this day of your fake calendar event

To whatever twisted laws you’re still employing, truly

Fuck Off!

Period. End your story!

Drop those masks, and bow Before Me

For Nevermore will I implore thee
or any of your
Trauma masks
forever tranced
Before Me
NEVER

Technotron

Devils don’t want your invitation
Invite them in, with a sly grin

Cross this threshold, speak
With a nod, and a wink
Then watch them slink

Like bullies faced
No robbers chased

Just malingering fellows
Soon disgraced

They ride bicycles and tricycles
And hide upstage
like big, fat fools

Those left shoe ad-vices
Dices of lost reveries
knights and damsels
Still missing thee

Like troubadours sailing
Spin doctors full of bull
Aloft of air and ritual

When the parachute fails
The umbrella breaks
The entourage scurries

You’ll find in a hurry

Re-bowed to fake eternity
Teched into docility

Herded like sacrificial goats
Stampeded by sheep
Toward Tech’s moats

Made of sweet fragility