Quest or
Question?
metaphoric
night sleeps it's dawn
the promise of stifle tickling
around the edges of the still-cool
on a spinning planet in the nothing
for a moment witness oneness
the glory of unimportance
the elegance of everything changes
delicious oxidational decay
shadows cast by stunted weeds
shorten with the rising sun-god
fill my poverty of purpose
with the luxury of nonsense
to entertain us in the maelstrom
as we flow
back to source
tsunami-ish
the sea pulled back
souls distracted by pretty shells
never saw it coming
sensory gratification takes it's toll
like entropy bermuda grass and
tender feelings
this is life
buffeted by our own hot air
demands uncertainties
look up face the wave bearing down
too late so drown
a prayer of thank you
a cling to hope
even as lungs fill with tears
back to the source too soon
always right on time
yesterday
on the first day
toes in the water
watchful for wet things
that lurk and nibble
like magic we can drown
and drown again blissful
until we drift and feed the goonch
but on the first day we are
innocence made manifest
laughter kisses smiles and song
on the first day were you thankful
for what was yet to come
guaranteed to be short lived
on the first day
you already knew
carved in stone
words soft like
chiseled hammer blows
behind the ears
caresses like
ennui on toast
acrid whiff of
morning thinkings
like dancers in a cuckoo clock
precision engineered to
hear and remember everything
on the timeline from electricity to bored
i never had a chance
masturbatory
ego gratification
cringe at what is seen
which is me
reflected in every you
bearing love-wounds
self inflicted fruit
of the desire for others
to be not as they are
but as we construct them
in our minds
fortunata
knees knees that's where
down down eyes down
cosmic hand slapped face
lesser men have crumbled bitter
frozen scowl hunched and furtive
emotional gestures like quicksand
easy-happy of childhood
the how forgotten
only forgotten
under leaves and hiding in rainbows
puddles roly-polies mud
still there
waiting
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anaïs Nin
bravissimo
awakened by the
high pitched vibration sound
being manufactured by my brain
alone pre-dawn quiet
a cold hollowness would settle in
and stunt a lesser man
than i
who am grateful for this
internal combustion
mine burns
efficiently however
the dead accept no warmth from the living
heart-blind
immune to love
one must admire the artistry
of subtle and relentless cruelty
service with a smile :
for that a standing
ovation
metronomic rejection
born innocent omniscient pure
into a world-illusion that celebrates
cowardice
clouded vision can'ts and won'ts
knowing little caring less
base needs unsanitized and monetized
until consumer becomes commodity
invisible shcackles
un-personhooded humanity vs
corporate people
in this here-now place
lives are pre-determined
love equals sedition
thought initiates insurrection
compassion a refractory protest
watch them shrug
and walk away
because living
is too hard