January 25, 2016
juxtapose-ing: when winter storms, poem and I read between the lines...
juxtapose-ing: when winter storms,
poem and I read between the lines...
flicker lights, tv's constant drone, the muses are amused at the weight of winter on the tin roof...
( seasonal a-new-ed annual anointing
crease, eased into stretched eventually
to a too thin )
lady liberty is on her knees
sucking down the frothy will
of a corporate world,
between christian crosses
and gideon's bibles
and don't be fooled,
jerusalem and mecca want some too...
america is out
winter sea rage
lining the sky
poured sand dreams...
build a flood
and the dam will come,
everything can be held back
until there isn't enough left...
emptied buildings house birds,
wild grasses break bread
concrete loam(s), poems
sirens call out
from scraped blade road sounds...
the driver plows, lean in
their faces full of grit...
stuffed with letters we sent
from every dead letter office...
what had we sent them, I tried to recall in a flashed
instantaneous panicky thought...
it could it have been one of the myriad of things, we had thought of, as a danger to knowing mortality demands wisdom...or it could have been a mistaken addressee, one of our vicious chain letters we occasionally send to almost random folks we think of, as lemmings...
hmmm, mattered not now...the phone was ringing
off the hook and most of our family members were not
we seemingly accused them all of being tacitly
involved with the espionage against the soul
church branding their today
with a glimpsed gold tomorrow
that I could not spend today...
even if by mistake, their universal supreme being
must be laughing, as I am, at the delicious irony of we, going
past polite into barbarous truth as an un-forseen
projectile...every family has its Achilles, I heard Hector say...
and sometimes the ghosts of those vanquished,
purposely or not, can be heard laughing at any and all
the come-uppance they had received...
we all had believed, at one time or another, paybacks
were necessary music...like little howls caught in the spiny arms of oaks and maples deep in the folds of January snows...you could hear that destiny only wanted to live for today...because tomorrow wouldn't know what to do with fate and leeway...so better they be angry to clear the snow and ice from the freeway, we were mostly shuttered inside anyways and couldn't be bothered to answer any of our correspondences...