Possibly ~ Sunday, October 30, 2022

"Would anyone buy a novel by an autre?"

Other than other, neither this nor that, unfit

Unfit like others to serve the military

Like the fine, young men in the Marine Corps, sans faute

Discipline enough to run marathons, but time

Asks for ambition to overcome the last hit

No one asks Moses whether to part the Red Sea

Yet again would prove the external world exists

Only Moore would know but he'd lift his hands, a crime

No one committed but an American dies

Even innocence can't make the police just chill

But in Chicago, they know jail is no surprise

Until someone serves a prison sentence, to kill

Yet another man is no problem, it persists

Ask Moses to raise the tablets in vain, God's laws

No one cares about, the commandments we follow

Other than the priest and his flock in the chorus

Volumes to project, preach to the choir, they lack flaws

Every subtlety, each confidence trick he knows

Left to him to teach from the book, he sounds hollow

Billions of stars shine but no one knows where Morris

Yes, Morris the cat, where did he go, his 9Lives

After his 8Deaths, who knows what grows between toes

No one but fetish lovers of feet, well, I'm beat

After being thrown in the labyrinthine cave

Under alcohol, Big Book standard print, defeat

Trains children to play their roles until they can save

Red-headed vixens from the flames, the dragon dives

Each time the black sword swings on the coast of Sintra

Roman à clef ~ Sunday, October 30, 2022

Ana bit my neck hard like a vampire last night

Not that I minded but she left me in stitches

As if Halloween gave her an excuse to act

Vindictive, malign and unkind, we'd had a fight

Recently, it bent her out of shape, as if rape

In itself were wrong, women be like that, bitches

Not that I don't care, she be fine, now that's a fact

Nothing wrong with play-acting during Halloween

In fact, Ana plays harder when she wears a cape

Really, we be like lions who fuck, no consent

Vrin, that's her last name, she's related to Joseph

Ana likes to be all goth like she's heaven sent

Not that she's fallen, blackened, her wings singed, she's deaf

As if that matters, Swiss princess, I vent my spleen

Pacifier Lost ~ Saturday, October 29, 2022

Ask me not to speak but to remain in silence

Communication is key as they say but who

of all people holds the key to unlock the door

murder, if you must, the truth with lies, commonsense

mundane, everyday deception, whom do you fool

understanding burns forests, old growth, the clew

never in my hands, sister, push me to the floor

insane, sinister, hidden in a cave, black box

communication offers solutions, a tool

ask me not to speak, a child remains in silence

tortured by family, by society, unfit

insane, sinister systems of control, defense

orders of angels, fallen, blackened, suck the tit

no defense, mother, waxwing slain, my enflamed fox

The Gaze of the Other in a Surveillance State ~ Saturday, October 22, 2022

Try to flip the screen and show me just what you see

Rio, pave the streets with gold, still rivers run red

Yesterday, I woke up and made a cup of tea

Try to flip the screen to wake me up out of bed

Of course, you can't do the impossible but try

For God's sake to think what it will mean when we can

Lift the seat, the lid is not so heavy to pry

Impossible now but who knows when a new plan

Presents a blueprint, an idea for a patent

Try to flip the screen, just reach in and pull it out

Hand me a spoon, sleep until it falls, discontent

Everyone dreams but God who wakes up with a shout

Silence, the last star burns out, darkness reigns supreme

Cold, the universe contracts, creates a new scheme

Remember Rio, your glasses see with fresh eyes

Each image captured by a photographic lens

Everywhere these eyes offer insight unlike spies

Now to flip the screen, sleep from our eyes we must cleanse

As the universe contracts, all within a quark

No one imagines dark energy sets the spark

Difficult to say but easy to speculate

Speculum mirrors language as sounds oscillate

Hidden within truth, the black box at the bottom

Of the universe, where in God's name might that be

Where the sun don't shine, so far deep under the sea

Manifest in foam, Salut! Here lies God's scrotum

Entertain artists, hobby horses paint surreal

Justifications for science, watch as oils peal

Understanding art, science, technology ... words

Sucker punch knowledge from behind, back of the head

Try to flip the screen, Rio, cameras unlike birds

Work to show the world, multiple views now instead

Hovering above, pigeons lurk in viaducts

As we pass below, sidewalk strewn, does it matter

Try to flip the screen, the information instructs

Yellow to appear as daffodils, yolk, batter

Only imagine Dali, Duchamp, Magritte, play

Until the devil sleeps at dawn, fuck with Old Nick

Send the transmission via live wire, there's no fee

Enter the future, step by step, approach the day

Engage an artist, different vision, that's the trick

Vengeance Is Mine ~ Monday, October 3, 2022

To pretend to need a messenger to inspire

obligatory services bound by a oath

puppets entangled in the mire of their masters

remember people, as adults to stoke desire

energy rebounds under carbon-plated shoes

transformed into bounce, a spring to each step, those loath

every day to wake up to global disasters

nothing lost, nothing gained, to flip the room inside

defined perspectives turned inside out, long queues

train around corners, Depression-era bread lines

obtain memories, survivors remember days

not so long ago, of ruthless men without spines

enter history, before hydrogen decays

exit solar rays, sunbathing beauties outside

distance between points in space-time, to span light years

ask not what others won't fulfill as promises

message A K, Dean of Graduate Studies

enter with a smile, shake hands and leave for good, tears

slither down, serpents with L T, trust

sinister sucker punch servants, hits or misses

exit unworthy of assistance, no buddies

no friends keep in touch, pariah without a drum

give a crooked beat to a constable, entrust

each moment with care, say goodbye to art school lies

remind memory to remember just the good

trust no one again, billionaire fascists, ghost spies

orders of angels, earth, air, water, fire and wood

itch the elements, dogsbody, belly, to strum

not golden harp strings but catgut for violins

sinister sister, T plays in hell

plays for the devil, A K, the conductor

instruments ready, a chamber of violence

remorse for years lost, added suffering, the bell

endlessly ringing, wonderful, life's obstructor

Ragamala Chicago ~ Saturday, October 1, 2022

Under the windows, transients dream until dawn

maybe the music lulls them to sleep with sweet songs

given Indian Classical Music to calm

anxious emotions that choke the air, a tawny

little rooster crows before the sun brightly shines

over the surface to which this facet belongs

society wakes each morning to this alarm

over and over except for Saturday games

zip the unzipped seam, measured steps around landmines

if their heads don't snore, soundly they rest, the homeless

not one rooster weaves a morning, a tapestry

homeless beggars sleep on the filthy carpet, bless

ordinary souls unblemished by luxury

not one rooster weaves a morning, while no one blames

actions but actors commission or omission

ordinary souls meet judges with soulless eyes

the rest of the world looks down on decisions made

each learns their lesson the hard way, with no mission

channel past choices by weaving the morning light

each dumpster diver wakes hungry within the lies

under the windows, they await sunrise, the shade

made by the darkness, as if the underworld paints

aspects of the earth within the umbrage once bright

magically, a switch flips on, the dimmer rises

ask for tomorrow, when does it begin, the sky

nocturnal turns blue, dreams of roosters comprises

how collaborative efforts burn with Scotch whisky

ask for the presence of mind the dawn never taints