Monday, August 30, 2021

North and South

Summer sunshine in July
Darkness to December
Dancing in the turquoise sky
Nothing to remember

Paradox will drive the ox
Slowly down the field
Crashing, caught upon the rocks
Knowing it won't yield

Sex and sex and sex and sex--
Nothing, nothing, nothing--
See the sun, how it reflects--
The lake, the moon are bluffing

Monday, August 23, 2021

The Garden

Above the soil cracked by drying mist,
Above the river flowing, eddy-kissed,
Glass flowers bloom up on their stems of steel,
Their rainbow swirls against the earthy bricks
Refracting fractals focused light we feel
As heat that harrows off our hides and licks
The lemon, orange, the watermelon green,
Raspberry and blue--fruitful, true, and blown
By breath that bears the love of life unseen
Until the transformation to known
Unfragrant understanding is unwound
And fractured flowers do not make a sound.

Monday, August 16, 2021

Wandering Mind

I'm bored--I think of writing poetry
I'm bored--I'm thinking about you and sex
I'm bored--my soul is aching to be free
I'm bored--I'm drained down to my very drecks

I'm bored--oh, did I mention sex with you?
I'm bored--my mind is flitting, flying, fleeting
I'm bored--I have no wings, my feathers flew
I'm bored--the time has stopped, always repeating

I'm bored--I need some liquor and some food
I'm bored--I don't know what to do today
I'm bored--I visualize you in the nude
I'm bored--I want you in the bed to play

I am so bored that I've become perplexed--
So send me naked pictures via text. 

Thursday, August 12, 2021

Careless Culture's Consequences

In this world's longest, widest, deepest valley
The world's tallest and strongest dam was built
And left to fill, and then forgotten. Silt
Built up as water filled. It drowned each tree
And bush and covered every tiny hill
Across the mountains' slopes, filled every cave,
Until the great dam could not longer stave
Away the weight of water, slit, until 
The waiting water pushed across the top
And cracked the concrete until it broke
And all the water washed, a single wall,
Downriver. Force, no force could ever stop
What they'd unleashed upon themselves--they woke,
The ones who could, to what destroyed it all. 

Monday, August 9, 2021

Stories Need Be Told

Postmodernism--voice of the elite--
Their poems reverted in the sure defeat
Of all the voices of minorities
Whose stories need be told. A story frees
The soul from Hell. A story will give birth 
To future paths we never thought were worth
The time to contemplate, perhaps a new
And branching branch of time. Each voice is due,
Each voice should sing its single subtle song
To show autistics, women, both belong,
To show that African-Americans,
Hispanics, Asians, all the world have plans
And goals and stories we should hear, are told
In lovely lines of lyric poetry
That free us all and make the blind to see. 

Monday, August 2, 2021

Metaphors for Vengeance

The vengeful cannot grow in love—

You cannot see in red

Each actions that your loved ones take.

Your feelings will be dead.

 

The vengeful cannot grow in virtue—

Machetes don’t grow trees—

Its scythe with harvest poisoned grains

For death’s all it can seize.

 

The vengeful cannot grow in peace—

They live in constant war—

The valleys flow with horse-high blood—

You’ll slip upon the gore. 

 

The vengeful cannot calmly sleep—

They toss and turn in hate—

They’re slashing throats and gouging eyes,

Distributing their own fate.