His name was Heem.
He had a dream
of office workers
who refused to use
new postage stamps
because they bore
the twisted face
of the gargoyle Yorklio.
Heem was a leader.
He sought solutions.
He would explain
the historical significance
of Yorklio and dignify
their using the stamps.
He summoned someone
to bring a dictionary.
His fingers flickered pages.
Words dazed his eyes.
He couldn’t find any
that started with Y.
He dropped the book
and grabbed some stamps.
They didn’t cling
to any thing.
The workers’ circle
around him broke.
Faces faded away.
.
The Ride
Gate after
gate after
gate!
Like today!
Who knew Mister
You Know Who
would rush in breathless
and request a replacement
for the check he lost last night
doing who knows what!
Or that Miss
Say No More
with full moon eyes
and shy smile would say
she’s oh my god!
Always another twist in the wind!
And who knows when the phone groans
what fate that voice will bring
but sometimes I feel my life speeding by
and no mask or practiced gesture ever sets it right—
right?
.
gate after
gate!
Like today!
Who knew Mister
You Know Who
would rush in breathless
and request a replacement
for the check he lost last night
doing who knows what!
Or that Miss
Say No More
with full moon eyes
and shy smile would say
she’s oh my god!
Always another twist in the wind!
And who knows when the phone groans
what fate that voice will bring
but sometimes I feel my life speeding by
and no mask or practiced gesture ever sets it right—
right?
.
Day Off
I drank coffee
and emptied my mind
(except when I filled it
with curlicues
smoke rings
and rhymes)
then I noticed
everything rhymes
and when I stepped outside
and looked at the sky
something inside me said
it’s not me
and that felt fine
.
and emptied my mind
(except when I filled it
with curlicues
smoke rings
and rhymes)
then I noticed
everything rhymes
and when I stepped outside
and looked at the sky
something inside me said
it’s not me
and that felt fine
.
Snapshot
She (and her tits)
starred as Queen Bitch
in a lavish flesh flick
once.
He (and father’s fortune)
fenced her in a mansion
and played Ruthless Business
Man.
They frightened each other with lies
insisting the height of their lives
was this prize
glaring back at them.
A snapshot shows them both
hiding behind sunglasses
beside a private pool
and laughing like hell.
.
starred as Queen Bitch
in a lavish flesh flick
once.
He (and father’s fortune)
fenced her in a mansion
and played Ruthless Business
Man.
They frightened each other with lies
insisting the height of their lives
was this prize
glaring back at them.
A snapshot shows them both
hiding behind sunglasses
beside a private pool
and laughing like hell.
.
"I papered my walls with rejection slips!"
Do this
and you
echo
the mew
of matryred
genius
(a lie!
a dream
of ego!)
and crowd
your brain
with clouds
of crap
(claptrap!
and you
echo
the mew
of matryred
genius
(a lie!
a dream
of ego!)
and crowd
your brain
with clouds
of crap
(claptrap!
trap!)
and lose
your next
good move
.
and lose
your next
good move
.
History
He wore a path
in his carpet bald
pacing in resentful meditation
which roused his will
to finish his
diabolical treatise
that kicked the groin of the world
while he coughed in the shadow
of its constant industry
that insulted his days
and clanged in his sleep
while he dreamed up plots to topple it all
and then he’d wake and rub his head
and write more arguments
and one blue day
he died. And was no longer ignored.
Governments used his arguments
for agendas he’d abhorred.
.
in his carpet bald
pacing in resentful meditation
which roused his will
to finish his
diabolical treatise
that kicked the groin of the world
while he coughed in the shadow
of its constant industry
that insulted his days
and clanged in his sleep
while he dreamed up plots to topple it all
and then he’d wake and rub his head
and write more arguments
and one blue day
he died. And was no longer ignored.
Governments used his arguments
for agendas he’d abhorred.
.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)