Poems in Progress II

I Found Happiness in a Shopping Mall

I saw graceful endeavors dazzle my eyes these agglutinous yellows illuminating the scene chef-


d’oeuvre I christened the sensation knowing nothing better throwing ill-gotten gains gainst a

Commodity

All that Remains is Desert

All that remains is desert:

After the forests are deflowered

And once moist rivers left dry

All these children dying by the hour

And all their prophets fly, fly, fly

All that remains is dirt:

After the planet’s been nuked

And plentiful greenery brown

All the beauty hastily ravished

And a glimmer of hope down, down, down

All that remains is dust:

After the ashes become ashes

And the golden idols lose all base

All the bloom transverse to gloom

And the grey vultures taste, taste, taste

All that remains is death:

After the bodies cringe and rot

And the philosophies change

All their pastures breathe no life

And the mind feels strange, strange, strange

All that remains is desert:

After the politicians have won

And the businessmen leave happy

All the meek workers fade to grey

And my heart remains sappy, sappy, sappy

Nuts

Salty goodness

            Fingers licked

Meat absent

            No matter

Protein abides

            Poor man

Not a

            Dollar to

His name

            For leisurely

Spending

            Though

Stomach

            Happy

Heart

            Mending

Nonetheless

            Wonders

What could have been

            If only,

If only

Time would

            Heal

Everything

But only so much

Munching on nuts

Reincarnation

The baleful curtain drawn

Nubile native

Roses, violets and thorns

Tarnish the white dress

Her engagement

The curmudgeon elder

Offering wealth immense

She opens her heart

He spreads her legs

Plants a sneaky seed

The prodigal son born

Recalcitrant ragamuffin

Toiling away her life

So she wastes time

Slaving in the scullery

Drawing pictures on the wall

Slitting wrists with

Kitchen knives

She braises the chicken

New-Life chides her being

Magic and Dungeons

Elementals unbound

Down a corridor o’ mist

Summon a fireball

Soak the fertile earth

            Phantasms lurk

            Past a golden gate

            Draw a dagger

            Inflate dust

                                    Warlocks present

                                    At a trashy bar

                                    Pick up the tab

                                    Drink alone

                                               

                                                There is some money I owe

                                                Taxes and loans are due

                                                You can call me Thoreau

                                                To funding war I say adieu

 That Other Thing I was Talking About

I don’t drink for the fun of it

Sure,

I did as a boy in those collegiate years

Throwing back Natty Ices

Cold

Chugging shots of tequila

Salted

Shouting obscenities at

Tails

Not a glance my way

Nothing a cone and

War games couldn’t solve

Sometimes chicken wings

A quick wank in shower

Did the trick

Of course

I drink excessively

For simple joy

To this very day

But that is aside the point

Diverging the mark

What was I talking about?

Takes another sip

Right,

Back on track:

A dark and stormy night

Middle of a cornfield

No soul in sight

Standing there, fix in hand

Grey nowhere, kick a can

Alternating sips; standing guard

Cursing nips; landing star

Looking for some answer

I slept there and time passed

22^nd Hour

She brings fermented juice

A moment of sobriety

When I plunge

She takes control

Afret

Aflesh

Afresh

Poetry in Progress `I

Unconditional Lust

I could flip a coin a thousand times-

In different places

And alternating positions

Taking precise aim

Every time

Even being sloppy

In rhyme:

My rhythm, too

-And still

I only come up

With tails

When all I want

Is head. 

Twitch

Rummaging pages burnt from the

Ashes.

Irritated fingers ravaging my dry

Skin.

Flakes trickle off the brittle

Hairs.

Eyesight flickering in and our subtle

Waves.

Smokes fills the scene aroma of

Poison.

I choke first, enjoy, then commences

Gasping.

Phlegm collects atop immediately discarded

Away.

There are thoughts better left

Unattended.

Movies dazzle the screen: one last

Hope.

There are thought better left

Forgotten.

Oh how sweet it was: that fresh

Air

Everything

I used to

Believe

Everything happened

For some reason,

But now

I know

Everything happen

And we must find

A

Reason

To keep

Happening

23^rd Hour

Time for her to leave

The moment I rest

When I awaken

She returns again

Anew

Alight

Again

Pray-er

Forgive me this time

It won’t be the last

Game of Cat is Mouse

Cage: gorgeous interior

Walls glimmering

Running claws through

Sublime decoration

Resenting an outside world

Afar Plato’s cavern

Another reality carries on

Past the window, no way

Submersing herself in the

Luscious scenery, divine

So she takes her mouth

Gorging a dry feast

Processed chunks, on sale

Sleeping casually, any chance

Given

Drew Kow-Ski

Another day:

Toiling round on nicotine and

Booze

Stroking the pussy’s firm

White hairs, softly

She purrs sweetened silence

I pour succulent serenity

The glass mostly

Full

The mind fully

Empty

The walls quietly

Dim

The Lights faintly

Receding

Another tune, another time

Remains the same

Drowning sore effigy

Diminishing further cost

Demanding security

Where none existed

Previously