wrestling with congruency
He leaps from the couch,
growls at the sky
looks back to me
a sad goodbye.
Soon come winds
blasted from hell.
All we can do
is bark and yell.
The Earth
soon an ember
our spirits release.
Another failed planet.
Another failed peace.
2006
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Tags: dogs, nuclear war
Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.
Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
gravel
dirt
seed.
The green blades will bend
beneath my shiny shoes:
I toss the kids into the air
they float down like elm seeds.
the wife
watches
from her
windows
Put me
on the train
clickity clack
clickity clack.
Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.
the boss
watches
from his
windows
I kneel in church
and stare at the bodies before me.
(I traded my soul
for these marching boots.)
We half believe
something
bigger is
watching.
I am frozen
in a pious pose.
2004
Posted in authoritarianism, brainwashing, conformity, poem, Poetry, soul, spirit | 5 Comments »
Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.
Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
rock
gravel
dirt
then seed.
I will fertilize
this forsaken treasure
into green blades
which bend beneath my shiny shoes
as I toss the children into the air
and they float down
like elm seeds.
the wife
watches
from her
windows
Put me on the train
clickity clack clickity clack
turn page check watch
wear tie
comb hair
turn page.
Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me twenty stories
above the street
in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.
the boss
watches
from his
windows
I sit in church
staring at the butts before me
and trade my soul
for leather boots.
I think someone bigger is watching
so I remain in a pious pose –
another soul
smothered.
2004
Posted in authoritarianism, brainwashing, conformity, poem, Poetry, soul, spirit | 4 Comments »
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