To Spot the Sparkling Magic
To spot the sparkling magic
scattered in our wastelands
demands focus, patience
to wait for Life
{ at intervals dull
drab
and not seldom
indistinct }
to surprise — the clouds will part
and starlight touch you heart.
To Focus On the Grand Beyond
I fail to focus on the grand beyond,
See only a single grain of sand
Turn slowly in a rosy haze.
Dreamlike days
Without a whispering wind.
The Temptress has left me
— again.
Insignificant Other
Insignificant — the imprint of a boot
never worn,
left to gather dust
in the abandoned hall
of the dead.
Insignificant — the imprinting of a book
never read,
left to gather dust
on the abandoned shelf
of the dead.
Insignificant — the imprint
on the first face
ever seen,
right to gather dust
in the abandoned world
of the dead.
Insignificant — other
& others that came to pass
all abandoned, all
dead,
all
dead,
all — dead.
Fly No More – A Girdled Fable (minuscule tale)
Someone’s legs dangle down the side of a bed, a yellow skirt sits uncomfortably; a retired fly on the wall limps across a dusty floor, upskirts then up sticks fearing the stick; Someone legs it across dusty floorboards, dangles a carrot, and the fly is no more.
Carol – A Winter Tragedy (minuscule tale)
Carol sings
Carol songs
Knee deep in the hoopla
Knees blown to bits
Biting a laced led pipe
Smoking the fastest fag
Ever lit
Carol sings
Carol songs
Hooping cough and Barbie wire
Death’s uncomfortable lips
On fire
Carol sings
Carol songs
No more.
Breaking the Bindings of the Soul
A life interpretation — poetry
At its worst like a dawn
Without a Dawn, like a fauna
Sans the sauna; we worship words
Of others
Knowing not their belonging —
Black Suns and Creed, There!
There!
Their! … words turn into troughs
Laced with lucidity yet
Poison to the touch.
Poetry — life interpretation
Like words on a rampage
Freed when chains
Binding the soul to the cauldron
Break
— leaving the soul smiling
At the golden sun rising
And the fledgelings
That escaped.
Clownshire
Every demon wears the same face
Every face hides the same demon
Every mirror carries the same reflection
Of lifetimes of running & hiding
From the cracks reflecting selfishness
& the multitude of faces
Of the one true god