Reigen im Titanenhain Michael Hutter © |
we are human beings mostly
though suspected androids
and other non-terrestrials
are among us
clocking
day to night
in ritual haze time
calendar sentry ready
to become trees again
my poem mood
is piano grey
minor note linger
twined to within
puff puff pass
as chronicled :
skate way
sofa sofa to soap
maybe once a week
if I'm lucky
'tis a terrible thing
to fall inside yourself with no rope
hope or other things to string
and remind one's self
you once kited dreams
to pull down the sky
who am I
I couldn't say
if I was asked
point blank
with my life
on the line
and in play
I'd have to
be ready
to die today
because I
wouldn't know
what to say :
the tribunal was barricaded with beret wearing fae
they chain smoked counterfeit american cigarettes
while brandishing chinese kalashnikovs
they read an article once
on huey newton
and the black panthers
said the wee folk
have been historically underpaid
while painted as saviors
of humanity's sometimes
and that here at the end
of human beings civilized pretense
they would exert their rights
to bare arm the scars
and judge the giving
of their lifetimes
to our not much good
done for the benefit
of life in particular
sentencing was
an all the while
and ever after wards
ringing around
in ghost light
of lost fantasies
the fallacies
of my being
human belong
they exclaimed
in constant song
and rendered posies
EJR ©
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ReplyDeletemy poem mood
ReplyDeleteis piano grey
minor note linger
twined to within
puff puff pass
as chronicled :
skate way
sofa sofa to soap
Damn! Man, this is one of my favorite poems by you. Hardcore and so creatively well done. :) Excellent writing my friend.
P.S Got a new poem. You'll like the title...and don't forget to have a dictionary by you. This one will trip you out. :)