Thursday, December 29, 2022

God Bless America ~ Thursday, December 29, 2022

The disenfranchised, deprived of the right to sleep under their own roof

haunted by the past, decisions, both good or bad, that landed them here

entitled to weep in silence among angels, tears of innocence

denied the relief of a second chance, this life without reason, proof

intelligent life does not exist here on earth or the universe

sentient beings feel their way in the darkness, shadows to the mere

enable the harm, given with authority, hurt with no defense

needless suffering, welcome to humanity, trauma and distress

forget to notice the downtrodden on the streets in Black Star Converse

read the newspaper on the train, line the boxes to keep warm at night

autumn approaches, holidays in the city, Thanksgiving gives nought

nothing but sinkholes into poverty as fate, prescribed as a right

caustic prognostic, the future as a design on a Windsor knot

haute couture meets mere, paint the town, little, black dress, throat slashed, I confess

innocence disrobed, runway model on a train, chase me, catch me shoes

shrug your shoulders, meh, another murder downtown, tell me something new

experience speaks, a fortress of solitude, silence, crimson streams

delight in blood sport, hunt in vain the city hind, whoso list to muse

dirty dumpster dive, the search for half-eaten food, simply to survive

enter the freegans, living on the streets by choice, they prefer the view

privilege to act not from responsibility but adventure, dreams

recounted since youth to pretend to be homeless with a bank account

interest compounds down the sinkhole of charity, no investments thrive

visions of beauty, a city reconstructed to consider care

empty of neglect, possibilities persist to raise big questions

dedicated stars allocate funds to reflect where a billionaire

obtains to refrain, penthouse to pavement, cleft hoof, for suggestions

forbidden to meet the cripple in a wheelchair, five piggies to count

tautologies sound the same argument on truth without certainty

honesty robs banks unimpeded by their work, a true inside job

egocentric hands shake, away from prying eyes, over backroom deals

restless molecules break apart under pressure, your kids, certainly

insolent and rude, socially unattractive bulldogs with long jaws

ghosts of parents past gather together in pairs with corn on the cob

held in grubby hands children enter the world breech, bottoms up, time peals

tinkling golden bells, tintinabulation rings four-bells carillon

twinkle the few stars visible with city lights, pollution weaves gauze

obscured by coal dust, charcoal hides the firmament, constellations sleep

sound asleep each star twinkles through the particles, light shields with a dome

light bends, particles bounce back down in refraction, waves watch the stars weep

energy emits a limit to travel past, beyond the sea foam

endless oceans break on the shores of battlefields, en passant, a pawn

profits unaware the consequences, actions unresolved pursue

unencumbered thoughts while the homeless sleep on vents to stay warm, as heat

naturally rises from pipes beneath the pavement, rough sleepers persist

deprived of privilege, the world ignores basic needs, give justice its due

entitled leaders pay no heed what beggars need, capital unkind

remind the wealthy the health of a nation rests asleep on the street

trust politicians to beautify the city,
the wealth, they insist

held tight in pockets, reserved for infrastructure, potholes in the road

employ construction all year round except winter to face the snowblind

infrastructure quakes, rattles, splits apart, tumbles

rumbles the belly, the mayor always the beast, to upset the peace

officer on call, off-duty defends herself, a man who mumbles

who stumbles downstairs, falls atop the officer, who shoots, cannot cease

no footage to see, off-duty officer, armed, silence of a toad

remember to let the seeds fall where they decide, who controls the past

orders the players to direct their own actions as marginal notes

of the book of life, the disenfranchised, to have their say, requires votes

for politicians to notice sorely deprived people, stones to cast

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Very Funny! ~ Wednesday, December 28, 2022

The funny thing is...
...and it's not even funny
ha-ha, but a strange

humor, peculiar
to this type of odd person,
queer as an oilsheet

even, a touch, say
"My Melancholy Baby"
by Earl "Fatha" Hines

funny, I should say,
or mention such a sad song,
but we could just change

uninhibited
by social constraints, to talk
about the weather

not as common folk
but meteorologists
listening for a [beat]

neato bandito,
little burrito, I miss
your mouth, the fine lines

yet, not quite crow's feet
since you rarely ever smiled
mean little lady

to say the word 'suck'
sounds queer as a transverse wave
crest to trough, leather

hogs, as in pigskin
wallet, or maybe football,
what they play, here, say

in America,
not 'hearsay', as in a court
of law, I object

not within my scope
of practice, something I learned
just the other day

given I sell shoes
now to old ladies, and young
as well, I detect

in your sarcasm
a hint of... je ne sais quoi
it's a bit shady

say, to discuss, taste
or morality, like this
in a poem, no

and let us not speak
badly of the dead, and gone
off to do better

no, maybe, not that
even, not better, as life
is all we know now

decisively not
better to be in the grave
or ashes, on show

inside of an urn,
we learn, we learn, then we are
dead, this short life, spent

turning over soil
digging his own grave, with pen
in hand, a letter

sent via airmail
who does that anymore now
tip the sacred cow

not a 'shibboleth'
an ear of corn, as a test,
or an ear of wheat

or a stream, torrent
no matter, what does matter
political bent

to speak of ethics
in a poem, or of plums
breach of etiquette

ethics entertains
from the icebox to my mouth
so sweet turns so cold

vengeance, oh my God,
no, no, please share your idea
of God, my ticket

enter the movie
theater, to watch Williams
eat plums, what a bold

nature to subvert
poetry as aesthetics
for a better seat

funny, I should ask
for forgiveness, I pardon you
Amon Göth said

under no legal
obligation, in the film,
allegedly, shot

not with a camera
obscura but a rifle,
dark chamber image

not funny, indeed,
but delicious as wet plums
for breakfast in bed

yet, probably not
eaten but to imagine
conduct as a code

ha-ha, amusing,
as a pantomime, even
comical, a squat

as in broad nib pen,
Seamus wrote of his father,
not quite all the rage

ha-ha, not funny
digging for peat in a bog
at this stage, I wait

another dollar,
another day, the salt mines,
they were my abode

but I jest, to work
as others inside a mine
to dig potatoes

underneath the soil
the scent of fresh earth, of hard flesh,
of ripe fruit, of plums

to boil spaghetti
in a stainless steel stock pot
simmer tomatoes

add salt as needed,
oregano, rosemary,
sage, thyme, to add sums

strange as it may sound
don't forget some fresh basil
as on our first date

taste for savory
flavor, pasta al dente,
add some olive oil

rest for a moment
a long trek through the desert
people need water

angels don't exist
except as messengers cloaked
in spirit, voices

no one remembers
verbatim what they once said
I love your daughter

given your blessings
we will get married in May
Mother's Day, choices

eternally rest
in our previous actions
love comes to a boil

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Τιθωνός / Tithonos / Tithonus ~ Sunday, December 25, 2022

Why am I alive, beyond each moment, is there a reason why salt

hovers in my eyes, waiting for pure solitude, to weep in silence

yesterday, I slept until daylight became night, whatever that means

as the hot water splashed my face, nobody knew, sorrow like a bolt

made my face convulse, in private, nobody knew, eyes red with fatigue

I imagine soap or shampoo as my excuse, I have no license

as a man to cry in public but in private, the rain makes no scenes

let flow, unhindered, my tears, fallen but unseen, unheard, unspoken

introverted sun, hidden behind ash gray clouds, lies without intrigue

versions of myself, moment after moment, turn the soil with a spade

even a farmer, with hands, wide as an octave, from back in the day

breaks the chocolate earth, dark, bittersweet, with a hint of terror, stars fade

even the fingers five ward off the evil eye but life is so gray

yesterday, I woke in bed, wishing I were dead, my horse unbroken

only if you knew what I just erased, these words meaningless, mundane

nothing but shadows, the wind blows, the flame flickers, the candle sits still

devotion, a glass votive, a vow as you wish, desire to set fire

every day to wicks, yearn for yarn divine, entwined lovers without stain

an immaculate conception with an angel, the breath of spirit

consider the child, the infant in her cradle, she pants up that hill

how she must struggle against men and boys alike, wood for the pyre

much as I admire a woman of assertion, I affirm no claim

only in union, to join but I am no one, I know not a whit

my self-deception, my self-delusion, myself imaginary

even on the screen, a blip lasts but a moment, the ephemeral

nothing in the sky, not the stars or galaxies, clusters unmerry

turn the universe in eternal emptiness, why this temporal

imaginary, as if I were still alive, this life without aim

search for a purpose to no avail, certainty hides between the cracks

tragedy transcends decades of hopeless torture but when may I die

haunted by the past, by memories that inspire vengeance to be great

except an empty vessel waits like the others to greet what it lacks

remember the past as an elephant knows how the graveyard awaits

even a hunter knows not to kill the harmless except for mince pie

armies of black ants wage war against my sorrow but I embrace fate

remember amor fati, to live this one life, over and over

even the playwright digs beyond the truth, context inscribed on the gates

articles of faith, belief treats hypocrisy to inquisition

set constellations up as orders of systems, enculture the stars

over and over, to eternally return, make a decision

no other choices, to affirm the meaningless or drown behind bars

witness Tithonus, an immortal cicada, no four-leaf clover

how to love the worst and continue to believe in nonsense and lies

yesterday, I died but feed off the gibberish of myths as undead

salt and hot butter, popcorn in the theater, the savory screen

arguments arise inside the lobby, how loud, they distract my dread

left in solitude, in an isolation tank, I start to careen

to list like a ship, seasick, full of helplessness, how I agonize

Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Secure the Sinecure ~ Tuesday, December 20, 2022

How to flip the room
clear the space of all debris
wipe down surfaces

objects such as chairs
tables rearrange as fit
the space must look neat

wash or disinfect
within the public domain
the sphere of action

totally sweep up
the floor and mop as needed
erase all traces

of former events
to move forward with the night
let go of the past

forget useless facts
only what pertains to now
admit no defeat

let go of the past
work to rise above all loss
work against a redaction

inscribe each moment
with an eye to the future
an ear for footsteps

present the present
as a gift to ungrateful
guests as you may cast

tragedy aside
to embrace lighter aspects
of this comedy

how to flip the room
depends on your character
reflects persona

effect every change
with forethought to history
to feel unsteady

remember your place
your position, your status
catch the corona

over the king's head
as it rolls past the basket
don't flex your biceps

of course, there's no time
to lose, seize the fallen crown
throw it in the fire

melt it down to form
a golden skeleton key
open to aspire

Thursday, December 15, 2022

Eureka! ~ Thursday, December 15, 2022

When the tumblers

                                    fall...

      (a safe, like a slot machine),

                  ...into place.

                                          Jackpot!