Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Hungry Little Donkey ~ Tuesday, 2017 January 31

Once upon a time there was a donkey
wandering lost in the desert hungry
wondering if anyone could feed him
just a carrot all he wanted to eat

was an orange carrot but nobody
in the desert had an orange carrot 
to offer the little hungry donkey
so he kept wandering until he reached 

the citadel a fortress on the outskirts 
of an oasis where the donkey drank
water from a trough beside a deep well
long ago the donkey grew up inside

the fortress but he never became strong 
enough to become a big pack animal 
so he spent many years in the desert 
wandering between oases in search

of the all-elusive carrot to eat
at the citadel he entered the gates
and met with the sahib his old owner
who let him go to wander the desert 

but before he left he told the donkey
he may have some carrots for him to eat
but he couldn't promise or guarantee 
any carrots for the donkey to taste

the hungry donkey left feeling bullied
and teased by the powerful grand sahib
then the donkey met with the memsahib 
but she looked down him with false pity

then the hungry donkey left the fortress
never having tasted the elusive 
orange carrot the sahib brought to mind
but then the donkey made friends with a wolf

who took one look and laughed at his bad luck
no coyote would ever want to eat
such a skinny unhealthy piece of meat
and so they walked the desert together

in search of the all-elusive carrot
and perhaps a juicy hare for the wolf
but in the desert nothing was juicy
except the donkey's imagination 

the donkey felt sad to leave the fortress 
but it gave him time to think about life
to contemplate all the mistakes he made
as if he atoned for all the mistakes 

his luck would change for the better for good
and he would no longer be a hungry
donkey with an oasis all his own
and all the carrots he could ever eat

he thought about going on a hunger
strike but nobody would notice once gone
out of sight, nobody cares, out of mind
if the donkey died nobody would care

the wolf would have none of his self-pity
the donkey would have to prove his self-worth 
to the whole world not only to the wolf
the hungry donkey left the citadel 

he vowed never to return to a place
where he felt little support from so few
of the teachers who professed no scapegoats 
at their school watched the donkey leave for good 

he felt their absence but knew they had no
interest in his ideas his attitude 
rubbed them backwards against the grain and fur
he had a lot to process from his past

the times had changed the systems of belief 
he learned when young ingrained inside his brain 
he would somehow have to expel or teach
others there is no excuse for childhood 

for accepting erroneous beliefs
to fit in with your childhood friends to laugh
at others with less power or influence 
especially when someone mistreats you

once he left the fortress for the desert
the donkey sat with the wolf to discuss 
the meaning of darkness the distant stars
sending light waves across the universe 

and one day the hungry donkey forgot
to wake up with the wolf after sunrise
and the wolf knew the donkey left this world 
to search the universe for a carrot

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Sonnet ~ Wednesday, 2017 January 25

Akron swims before dawn, high above the city, an Infinity Pool 
centered in Singapore, allows him to do laps before the world awakes,
reflect on the day past, the day to come, before tourists arrive
on the Observation Deck to sunbathe, get drunk on the Sands' blue-fire-cool,
sipping from Martini glasses, as if never to apologize for
the wealth they must display as social butterflies, and trash talk for the sake
inglorious of hate, for no better reason, than love cannot survive 
crimes against poverty like beating up beggars asleep in dark alleys.

Say nothing of distant lands and abhorrent men on vacation, too poor,
as they say, to enjoy the Infinity Pool as Akron does at night,
the son of the Head Chef, he runs Olympic laps with no one to bother,
obligated to clean up after the foul guests get into a food fight,
reason allows Akron to persuade the owner, his grandfather's brother,
illicit use of pool services at off-hours, with dust from the fairies.

How I Conceive of Time ~ Thursday, 2017 January 26

What I may or may not need to explain to you at this point is that time exists for all moments simultaneously from the big bang until the absence of all light when darkness overcomes all forms of energy visible to the eye and in this ultimate collapse dark matter sucks the power from spectral light into a massive ball of dark radiation feeding like a cancer on the whole universe and once this stellar force swallows all but vacuum to become a tiny compact stellar power source it waits for a command as if someone could press a miniscule doorbell and time would start again from a new beginning anything could happen a configuration no one has yet conceived impossible to think the imagination balks in great confusion at possibilities countless as the digits enumerating pi and because all of time exists in shared moments that happen all at once our idea of time as linear is a figment of imagination conceived by conscious minds to make sense of all this we call reality ephemeral flashing in phenomenal realms what you may understand is that nothing changes like a lighter sparking waiting for gas to burst to call forth ancient light.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Phone Conversation ~ Wednesday, 2017 January 25

Satan!? Nothing doing...are you seriously trying to tell me that people think I believe in "the adversary"? How humorous people are when they need to feel entertained by scapegoats, their imagination precedes their dignity. Am I supposed to laugh at their childish mischief, as if nothing could come of this feckless type of misrepresentation? I am a senator who hails from Illinois, am I to take this as a joke, light-hearted, like no one's out to get me? Tell me you didn't see this in a newspaper, the media have had their claws at the ready since I was elected. As if I have to prove to the public again I grew up Catholic, in a Franciscan Church, confirmed during high school. Nobody can disprove the calumny once said by a news broadcaster, as if slander were truth and I, Satan, himself.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Three Hundred Words in which I Question the Parameters of Truth ~ Thursday, 2017 January 19

Three Hundred Words in which I Question the Parameters of Truth 

To forgive a person after the damage is done is no easy task,
hatred and aggression meet with justice in court, in a legal system 
rarely known for penance, contrition, repentance, sacraments of the Church,
equally unheard of is to bear witness by neighbors we must not ask,
exacting revenge is most likely encountered by local citizens.

How do we make the streets of Chicago a safe place for all visitors, 
understand why I ask this unsettled question in the face of a past
noticeably riddled with bullets and hatred, a cure without symptom, 
diagnosis of crime as persistent disease make the citizens watch
responders on the scene battle epidemic proportions of illness,
every participant waits for a prognosis, a fight that never ends,
doctors weigh their options when malignant tumors shut down the local stores.

Wisdom is never found but sought out by those who cannot accept to cast
overboard the whole crew who keep the ship afloat, sailing to unknown lands,
reason tells us the world is not flat with corners like a cube, but a sphere
decisively easy to chart, to map a direct path between points regardless 
sea creatures may take down our vessels, overwhelm our crew, tossed to the sands.

Islands appear as safe havens in seas seasoned sailors travel in fear,
navigators set forth the course between point a and point b, where no man

Wonders about the paths unpaved by construction, imaginary flights
hubris only laughs at, darkness always remains unwritten, a blank page
ignorant of the lines that shape our future plans, until we reach the heights 
chosen by mountaineers to overcome the odds of survival, the rage
humans engage blindly in these games of conscience leave us without a plan.