The balance has shifted, Upset. This three-ring circus Has become a shamble of words And shame. No action is valued Save the parade of propriety.
The root of bitterness takes well In a searching heart When love fails to play Its holy part A shrub of thorns, a tree of vines Poisonous to behold Reaches up and takes the sky To break that fragile mold The body starts to fester away As the heart ceases to beat Those ardent prayersContinue reading “DETERMINANT.”
Tears dry up As fleshy eyes morph Into glass orbs; Blood congeals into tar As a beating heart hardens Into iron.
Isn’t it funny how A miracle Wears off? Long hours of prayer Finally answered – Birth – not immense gratitude But a restrained impatience For the next….what? Surprise? I guess that’s all it takes To make a man happy Surprise Surprise! Surprise!!
I relish the lies I tell myself. Tasty morsels Of deceit Keep the tongue Occupied… Prevent flatulence From escaping the Wrong way; All my neighbors Are at ease With me But when – By some moral condition – The sweet melts away And saliva takes its place; And all I have strived To digest ComesContinue reading “SWALLOWED”
I watched the war From my window It was quite the Vantage point – The window I mean – Reinforced glass Imported from Venezuela; Crystal clear. When things Quietened down I took a short walk A few steps out my door A bullet caught me In the neck Later they said It wasn’t over ItContinue reading “INTERROGATION”
Integrity. That unwavering trueness to self Automatically resulting in An infallible honesty to others A panopticon which examines the innards Before turning outside Its all-seeing eye That instrument of clarity Often lauded Yet seldom possessed A priceless ability To turn thoughts and talk of grandeur Into wonders unseen. The humility to admit First to self,Continue reading “OUT SOURCED”
My distorted image On the inside of a mug Honey-tea only soothes those With sore chords. For the rest It proves juvenile; A sweet pleasure Spoiling salty joys.
Is that what they call It? “Losing your mind” Perhaps minds aren’t lost But simply disowned. Left alone Like a troublesome Child. To roll about In its own folly Until it is ready to be Re-instated – Until it misses The threat of Sanity “Losing my mind” Give me a break.
Poetry circles my brain Vulture-like Pecking at my humanity And demanding satisfaction The words soak up my tears Unshed. They gush with all the Fervor of dust Perhaps there is nothing left Like a dried fruit Left un-touched Un-picked in anticipation Of the perfect moment Hands came and hands went Tongues watered For an inevitableContinue reading “DUST BOWL”