go ahead
plant your garden in the back of a theater
a place where performances,
are pelted by tomatoes
and seeds seep,
deeply into
the divides
of the floorboards
as cracks began to form
where potatoes, with their heavy skins house
small boulders of starch
contrast.
Poems and prose written in the moment for the moment about all the things that cross my mind or are fit to print.
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
A Trio of Warnings - Prose Poems
Ignorance
A solicioutess microscopic morsel began to eat at her
audience for no other reason than to rectify the spatial deformity between it
and its world. As in darkness the being
has but to eat the last of the world and then it enters the vacuum of
space. In the back of their minds they
developed a certain attitude about the darkness they were living in. There was nothing.
Arrogance
Too many kindergartners named the source as a white
supremacist with skin as red as bloodied snow, the children demonstrated in the
streets, picketed non-violence against the savagery of murderous Santa clauses
who did not know how to eat the fables told them by jezebels that sang with
food down their throats.
Pestilence
A bird flutters as it slinks overhead slithering as it warbles
and waddles along icy patches. Divided
by atmosphere secure in its lack of oxygen spaces where men died to intercept
and kill it. Some succeeded most did
not, for the fowl are more agile than the foul stenches of steam that escape
from the rectum of cavities burrowed in earth’s crust. Kidding themselves that the odor of their boisterous
arrogance would attract with audacity the beguiling beautify that bewildered
them eons. Even those God’s envied the
feathered, casting them down to create a kind with arms of flesh, and hair scattered
in patterns upon their lumps.
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