Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Not Quite Immaterial Immaterial Sustenance

The maligned rich earth could not buy water
So it guzzled to swell when it came
As the bairn takes the teat of its mother
Or a lover removed from the same
At his root man's a lamb of the forest
And the truth is my only hydration
So if the world should be cracked by my avarice
Or in fits fall by my satiation
I'll yield not a tear for its suffering
If the god in my heart still is wondering

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Ahoy!

The open ocean has a thousand faces
Fresh and fair, salty and spacious
And hints at freedoms long forgotten
Passions deep mankind drifts not in
Beyond the wretched social mooring
Judgment's beams, 'nd false belief's flooring
The tides and crests are both more stable
The callous beasts out here more able
Than the shifting earth 'neath civilization
And the cheaper instinct in inspiration
But reeled back in are bipeds always
To a natural state, defined by malaise
From gray-blue seas where the id is roiled
And each ounce earned's by humble toil
And nothing's by crude speculation
Or exploitation of like creation
So cast your lines long past their reach
There's more to life than stuffy speech

Friday, June 19, 2015

Going Of Age


A steady hum of silence
A pining still for violence
For thrills and thralls
For gibes and calls
And youthful men's defiance

The drumbeat is dejecting
Though who around's defecting
The numbing ages
The center pages
The forced, sterile inspecting

You never know the feeling
Until the years are peeling
And you're the fruit
Though far less cute
And healthful than the real thing

By the pace of natural
Dryer than the chaparral
Reticence clear
It's endemic here
Where tedium's a hassle

And only does it deepen
As obligations creep in
They drag on time
The plan's a crime
B't some thefts are for the keeping

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The Summer Slog

I claimed once boredom was an idle mind
But in retrospect was it quite maligned
And cultures grow in the stillest dish
Like a mind declines out a fish to fish
The tropic waves they drift in slow
And suppress the head and addle the soul
Split the spry, creative force
From pious work, damn the divorce
For the septic rage accreting now
In compulsions cache, or the folding brow
And by the fall the barren heap
Shall gain no more but earn the sleep

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day

Remembering the spiral of insanity
Blasts shredding through casein-like human limbs
Spinning lunacy to rationality
We forged a mystic peace the gloom to dim
Remember when they said it'd be the last
The war that'd surely end all future wars
Hardly ten parades approached then past
With camo'd sons their pledge flew out the door
Murderers that vassals call commanders
Business plans pitched as pure enterprises
Wheelchairs and wrecked minds, how man meanders
Through rue cut vales he scours honor's prizes
All about their hearts burst for the laid
But never mind the string of errors made

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Ecce Puer


Years by the average
Pounds by the ravage
Earth does more than corporeal molding
Engrossed in the willing
The scrapping and killing
Of a church that dilutes while consoling
But oh, in your cradle, is mine, and you're able
To supply e'er my peace for the toll
Your eyes are the color
Of heaven but fuller
Than the infinite and everything true
From the fragilest hands
Shoot severe reprimands
For all that's less pure than are you
And my boy in your cradle, is mine, and you're able
To supply scarce solace for the toll
And next to you sleeping
Comes a poem nearly weeping
In a mirth once interred in a chest
Yes, long ago stored
In the armor of wars
Now returned by angelic behest
Oh, and in your cradle, is mine, and you're able
To supply e'er my peace for the toll
No matter the blame, it went when you came
You are the god that men owe

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Grinding

Something upon the horizon yet
A speck, a fleck, not divided yet
A stone, a stone I lifted it
Torqued and ached and shifted it
All day beneath the golden coin
And spent for 'morrow tender loins
Monotony may now define me
And perhaps us all by diviner timing
Say where has my thesaurus gone
The rest of it hath trampled on
By force, by force not all mine own
'Tis but the balance borne alone
Hidden well's the quarry sought
And happy trails palates but brought
I've never quite imbibed the thrills
Of common fools and famous quills
Who grayed the shades of possible
When conjured here they're volatile
Upon my back just quanta mount
And all of you they slowly count
Go pray, oh pray there's no reverse
The ballad read's reduced to terse
So azure shed a god's repast
Before I trip to lie at last