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Cry about Superbowl Sunday


Hump

Hump (Photo credit: °Florian)

 

 

 

it is not on command
that you celebrate
except perhaps on Superbowl
and Sundays

you plan
you work
you save
you dream
your little dreams
of Santa suits
and plastic Easter eggs

you decorate
everywhere the Eye can see
even that you do not touch
is decorated by your glance
in sweeping landscapes
and faerie dreams

Wednesdays
you celebrate the Hump
with beers and wings
and lottery, watch a little sports or reality
TV has been reduced to a demigod
and Fridays
you collect less than you are due

Tuesdays
you ruminate
and brood about bills and ills
maybe do the laundry that has piled up
while you’ve been busy playing
Thursdays
you consider
plan your little plans
and visit friends

Mondays
you grumble
you rarely celebrate Mondays

 

 

Ruminations leading up to my 49th Birthday


and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.

In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.

The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.

I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.

sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep

sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long

OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!

for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains

to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen

is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…

an implication of Light


OMG Evil Groundhog

OMG Evil Groundhog (Photo credit: mygothlaundry)

dVerse Poets Pub has posted a prompt for poems related to brightness
in the shadows for Groundhog Day.  Below you will find my offering
for this prompt.

an implication of Light

the Shadow,
an implication of Light;
without Light,
the Shadow
cannot be seen

and too,
there are things
to be seen
even in the Shadow,
things perhaps not seen
even in the Light

i won’t fret when i am dust


 

Fret pattern

Fret pattern (Photo credit: chrisinplymouth)

 
the songs we sing while we are here
will be carried in the wind
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i am wind

 

the songs we hear will be the songs
that we remember of our friends
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i’m with a friend

 

song lyric fragment I wrote tonight…

 

A tree that grew up to be a man…


I watched a tree
grow up to be a man
because i was trapped inside its only joke

how many trees does it take to make one roll of toilet paper?

all of them
because every tree knows every other tree
on a first come first serve basis

and i can’t honestly
ever remember learning that
sitting in a coffee shop

Copper Wire Exorcism


Gotta take some copper wire to Helen tomorry fer some strippin’. ‘Bout
the only thing keep the demons away since she cain’t go to church meetin’s
or see the doctor. Lord, she happy when she strippin’ copper wire!

Tol’ her son ’bout the Orthodox Preacher used to come ‘roun’ once
a year fer Baba and she was finer than a glass a tap water out of a Welch’s
Jelly Jar but he say preacher done scared the Mass out of her and Clarence,
so I Gotta take some copper wire to Helen tomorry so she can chase them
demons away.

Still think the Orthodox Preacher would work but her son don’ wanna give
it a try an’ he have to live with her so…

Welch's

Welch’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

grist


grist for the military machine
foolish little boy dreams
of glory on some forgotten battlefield
as if freedom demands the blood
of those that love it

perhaps one day
war will be a fading memory
among those taught
freedom begs a better way

The Emperor’s New Closet


The Emperor’s New Closet

he never enters through the door
for fear of the poison
of those men’s minds

minds that will not yield
to his prescribed vision
of what freedom should taste like

no, far too dangerous, these men
whose ideas
could halt the advance
of all that he holds dear

they are dogs
no
worse than dogs
and they shall be kept silent
kept from the light
kept in shackles
kept hidden from humanity

for they are the poison
that dares to dream of other worlds
the emperor can never control

 

under the affluence


under the affluence

my old man
made his money outsourcing
worked long hours at it
when i was a boy

taught me a lot
about
how this world works

Money
Power

sent me
to the finest schools
no liberal arts bullshit for me

he molded me
made me in his image

yeah
i’m sitting pretty
at the apex of a castle of steel and glass

can almost still see the rest of the city
when the sea wind
blows the smog
off the bay

 

why do i feel cold?


why
do i feel the cold?
on sunny days
when i should just rejoice

people
everywhere
going about their business
their business
in their enclaves of unawareness

or do they?
must they?
ignore?

the hourglass of freedom
draining

draining the fire
that once burned so brightly

why
do i feel cold?