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Winter’s Bane
The importance of idolatry
Isn’t that people worship statues
And empty vessels;
It’s having something to believe in.
Something more tangible than
A being we can dial collect
Unless they want to receive our
Bitching phone calls.
We dial zero and listen to the
Elevator music of our souls,
As we go lower and lower into
The infernality that is being human.
Platinum
Wedged between reason and insanity
Lies the great divide.
A place where life and death exist
Simultaneously and not at all.
Ensnared by the dust particles
Floating in the sunlit stagnation.
Sleeping in the day, waking in the night,
Having my unconsciousness raped
By a host of dime-store hooded dreams.
Silently, the darkness closes around me,
Letting myself fall into its cool arms, letting
Its symphony lull me again into
Dead sleep.
Cryptic Normality
A life beyond the darkness
Is all most wish for.
Still the waves lap the shore
Of our consciousness
Slowly slapping the silvery
Synapses until epiphany comes.
We are the answer to the ultimate question…
And we are the counterpoint as well…
Saturn is Rising
A bright spot in the night sky.
An omen of immortal proportions.
Moves. Sways. Explodes.
Can we equate ourselves to gods?
Sitting alone in our technological throne rooms.
Weeping into our soup.
As the diabolical monkey dances.
Living
Daily, I battle
The tempest trying to
Blow my spirit into
Submission.
It takes me by
Surprise and sucks the
Wind out of my chilled
Lungs.
Drowning on the land, it’s
Harder to breathe
Sleeping in a bed of
Squalor.
Slowly hands touch,
Lips meet, a run of electricity
Up my spine
Shooting.
Emptiness cannot be
Voided by this
Illusion playing…
Lying.
Block
Here I sit………..
……The ideas refuse to flow
Through me………
The stark, white smile of the page
Mocks me………….
…..Will I talk about Milton,
Robinson Crusoe, or the fact that
My mind feels like a flat tire, the
Substance is there but it just won’t roll
………….I’ve heard that ideas come strike
Like Lightning. Funny thing is I’ve been sitting in the
Middle of this mental storm and my lightning rod fails
To get stricken….sigh….
The World or Something Like It
Clarity is rarely afforded
To the masses.
Driving in our cars
Listening to our music
Flipping off the other
Cutting into our lane.
A silicon dream bought by
Blood and sweat and rage.
Can we fix it?!?
No, we can’t.
Solaria
What are you?
The Sun?
Glaring at me with your
Cold, fervent fire.
You are nothing but
A blot of dark
Light in the sky
Burning, but
Not feeling.
Please let me be whole.
Let me feel your chilling
Heat before I give into
My immortality…
Let me see the light.
A Room with a View
Sometimes, late at night,
I lie awake and wonder about
The Times.
I wonder what would have
Been if we had stayed
Together.
Would we have been Two
Wolves clinging to each
Other?
Then lamenting the loss
Of the other by howling to
The Moon.
Or like vultures, waiting until
The death to finally devour
Each other.
