cerebellum little more than a pulpish snowglobe
and ne ver
E
ver does awareness
shudder.
Flic
kers of
sound
and light
like
e
x
is
ten
ce
.
Reborn in gratuitous novelty, I grin like a pulpit sewer grate spewing tired orisons.
vacationing on the battlefront
watching the water attack, viciously and bitterly, the land
fighting desperately what it can't understand
wave after invasion wave break on the enemy front
and are routed, fleeing desperately.
casualties from both sides lay in soggy heaps,
fused grotesquely together
watching the approach of an aerial assault,
I return, shell-shocked, home
Fast food philosophy,
dispensed in large, friendly font,
buzzwords long since meaninged out,
like soles worn too thin.
Oh, laminated wisdom,
so professional there on the wall
to whom do you address yourself?
Anyone, at all?
Or are you, as it may appear,
an empty thought that counts?
Inspiring if only someone bothers?
commercial Confucius,
cheap king of penny thoughts
apathy enforcer
prophet for sale
clown poet
I pity you
there are walls, four at a time
that keep the garden of the mind
but not the home and garden scene
of bright and ordered happy green
it is a place
of bestial beauty, plants bursting to bloom
from the dark fertile earth,
of shoots shooting in every color and direction
of amazonian fruit lobbed like bombshells over
straining walls,
tonguapaulted onto the unsuspecting world
impacting in pulpy explosions of sound.
The canopy of this fenced-in jungle,
bright though it may be,
hides it's birthplace, twilight world
of twisting, twisted, overthorned fields
of rotten, greasy vegetation
where only the cruelest things survive.
silence slips,
oil thick and oil slick
to coat ashen, blistered contact.
A speechscape donning a sable cloak,
riding crackling surges of sanguine feeling
with reckless abandon
watching the water attack, viciously and bitterly, the land
fighting desperately what it can't understand
wave after invasion wave break on the enemy front
and are routed, fleeing desperately.
casualties from both sides lay in soggy heaps,
fused grotesquely together
watching the approach of an aerial assault,
I return, shell-shocked, home
Fast food philosophy,
dispensed in large, friendly font,
buzzwords long since meaninged out,
like soles worn too thin.
Oh, laminated wisdom,
so professional there on the wall
to whom do you address yourself?
Anyone, at all?
Or are you, as it may appear,
an empty thought that counts?
Inspiring if only someone bothers?
commercial Confucius,
cheap king of penny thoughts
apathy enforcer
prophet for sale
clown poet
I pity you
there are walls, four at a time
that keep the garden of the mind
but not the home and garden scene
of bright and ordered happy green
it is a place
of bestial beauty, plants bursting to bloom
from the dark fertile earth,
of shoots shooting in every color and direction
of amazonian fruit lobbed like bombshells over
straining walls,
tonguapaulted onto the unsuspecting world
impacting in pulpy explosions of sound.
The canopy of this fenced-in jungle,
bright though it may be,
hides it's birthplace, twilight world
of twisting, twisted, overthorned fields
of rotten, greasy vegetation
where only the cruelest things survive.
silence slips,
oil thick and oil slick
to coat ashen, blistered contact.
A speechscape donning a sable cloak,
riding crackling surges of sanguine feeling
with reckless abandon
