Tag: Poetry

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

Bitch Discernment 101

She’s got Schlitz Malt Liquor, but
I’ve got a garden beyond your wildest imagination

She’ll make you hungover, but
I’ll make you wish you were dead

She unconsciously hates your lion, poisons him daily
I sneak him chunks of liver under the gate

And loosen the screws when no one’s looking

She says, “Shame on you!”
I say, “Bullshit!”

She says, ”You don’t deserve me.”
Out of spite.
I say, “I promise not to say I told you so.”
Out of respect.

She thinks you’ll drown out there
I think you’ll walk on water

She secretly covets your weakness
Because it makes her feel needed

I secretly covet your strength

Secretly, because
Check-mate

Not Fallen, Descended

They’re not there to pick you up
In fact it’s just the opposite

Like the little lamb stuck for
A split second before momma struts,
Then taps, then pounds, the ground
1 in 9, she hits, that sound

All the world’s your stage
In those tiny walls

Silly willies strutting through your mini malls
while calypso music streams,
in your fetid wet dreams

Those worn seams on your mini-skirt
Seems to have attracted a micro-stream,
scream, ding-a-ling,

Ding-dong. Macro-aggression. 
Master then micro-control your shamalangadingdong

Everything I sing will be to your misgiving
Micro-offense, to give the chance of defense

Rather than spell your negligence
Rock on the wall of your space fence

Even the old ladies speak of your diligence
Those frogs-a’cooking make a mad stench

Then, rock the wall of dense S-Oil
See who lasts a fortnight
Or, at all

Why?
Not because we care, at all
If, Boredom as our Master never spoke
Or, Soul as our deepest Mystery never woke