Small girlchild, rags and dust
– follow
her morning of traverse, this
tiny world allowed.
Each tent flap reveals fester
of wounds deep
and shallow, ravage
disease.
Senses, thought, subsumed to
beat of breath
outside rational
context.
Stuck in the dirt, her worth a
hole where
she bottoms out, tributary
blood expelled.
Government happens
Power differentials are
natural
Makes sense to attend to these
matters
consciously,
rationally.
Hot heads, coarse tongues,
flail of arm,
crush of foot, outthrust chest,
rancorous
demands
lively show and
tell;
Yes, such forceful yell might
get bells
ringing, choirs singing, merry
pageantry.
After roaring Sun’s descended,
crowds
disbanded to bars and
beds
to dream lusty victories or
private
histories, nobody charged to
watch
for this twinkling of
time.
Without law, there is no
crime.
Without rules, no crown
ascends
by common call – but only
by
all against all
in squall of
terrors,
contests of survival,
games
scored in blood.
Muses dance,
explore motion.
Segue to and fro
two steps back; a flurry
forward.
Satin cats, tails
a’fling
pirouette, scurry
choreography.
No tomorrow. No scheduled glee
for
public
appearances.
Time’s a’clanging, impatient
clamors
for unknown
seasons.
Rainstorm howls,
cleanses,
sends tidings, murky repentance
and
beard for tears.
Savage rain
tip-tapping
rhythms and blues.
Barrels for dipping, for ritual
washing, for tribal hydration,
replenishment.
Agriculture,
hunger, health, hygiene.
Sordid rain,
ashen water, terror, pain,
diluted
blood.
Storm warnings advise
caution.
Cover yer windows and
blinds.
Hide in cellars and
pray.
Find salvation in fearsome
company.
Oh, Hell – give in! Cave into
slippery ground;
swallow and be
swallowed.
The rains came, carried fortune
to further shores
and supplicants.
Long into unspoken
tomorrows.
Dread – crusty needles eject
embalming poison
Stiff, rusted shut, ooze
tarnished prison door.
Electrified to molten
waste.
Lost wastrel, chased into rough
wood.
How could good ever tough
through?
Seethe tooth and
fang.
Anger will tighten screws,
coils.
No mercy to win when cardinal
sin is innocence.
Don’t chatter of
cruelty,
turn red in shame.
Remember the wise one winked
“No blame.”
while wheeling outside reach of
stage.
There are no great
secrets,
barbed network of
lies.
There is this blood
bludgeon
of power wielded by minions and
slaves
with too little to
win.
If a moonlit beach at midnight
called siren songs,
embracing melody, calming waves
--
if urgent desire brokered
change.
Cypher
O’ evil Man
It is not your gods who make
you so.
They laugh at their celestial
balls,
silly little mood
slaves
primed to vomit sour
wine,
feast after bloody
binge.
Who is the moral
gatekeeper,
the celebrated purveyor of
righteousness?
Who the masked
scoundrel,
cross-dressed wolves and
lambs
in demonic jig?
A lively game to wile away
some
vague eternity.
Our children obscured in
armament.
So many souls to
devour.
Tonight’s
Impression
Dig, deep into unlikely
crevices.
Unsightly
blemishes
covered in mud, old crusted
blood,
more suffering than
shame.
If none know my
name,
can they curse me?
Always rehearsing
for
untended curtains,
productionless
plays.
Gospel
Sally, won't you
go
downtown
Pick up some teabag
party
clowns
We'll teach 'em tricks of
trade
from streets walled in
by
degradation
Ain't this nation
grand
for glad hands raised in
celebration
of shames we dare not
name.
Hallelujah
Hallelucinations
Hallowed ground
baptized
in blood
Saved from the cleansing
Flood
by sticking to our
kind
however we're defining us
today
If we were meant to
live
a different way
wouldn't He have told
us?
(Hollow) Theme
Party
Bleeding across the
page
Not pretty
Naked self-pity
a turn off
better passed by
Rather, let us speak
of
solitude, the
advantages
of wealth
kept to oneself
No beasts lessen my
load
No supplicants beg to
share
Luxuriously wrapped in my
lair
laughing and dancing on
gold
acutely aware of thin cold
urchins
out on a distant
plain
They are no kin to
me;
out there for
atmosphere
I am Deity within this
domain
blood you see
splattered
on this page
fell from other
veins
some poor
unfortunate
released from pain
How pretty! Let's
party!
A gala affair,
enraptured
alone in my lair
Our Gang
Outrage
Depression facing
outward
Taking power to give it
away.
This entrained
impulse
See them crackling,
jangling
puppets at puppy
play,
bite, bark,
entangle,
grab and tussle,
growl, muscle in for the
kill.
Bloodlust arousal.
Natural as puke, as
death,
violation as violent
orgy
violation as
ecstatic
initiation to the
brotherhood.
Life elevated to dreams, goals,
careful weighing of coin and
hours,
dependable plans, actions that
honor can favor,
love, duty, allegiance to the
rules of sanity
and kind regard
have no purpose
here.
Men of blood and battle fluid
need no fine speeches, no valor
--
only food and
receptacles
for their
waste.
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