A Prayer For Modern Gods

Truths too obvious for the telling
Must be told anyway
And truths too obscure for easy reckoning
Must be told anyway
And truths too sad for the heart to bear
Must be told anyway.
And if such would break us
We are already broken.

Drag forever

Cold breeze naked breath foot's heel hard pavement pounded
To bone and flesh resists, is persuaded giving way as pain.
Walk around the block again.

Limo stretched and soft, white tinted windowed riders
Hide from gazes they require
To ride the limo there for hire.

Trash cars, some have missed, in alleys some have pissed,
And puddles like a forest, of broken glass gathered in cool clear waters.

Bricks curved extreme root presence. Persistent roots soft unrelented.
Soft like water, soft like erosion, soft like death,
Collapsed implosion sweeps encompassing nothing to the bottom of the sea.

Leaves and twigs stick dirt granite ground.
Drive forever for nothings around but streets to go down, streets to go down.
Parking and walking or turning around.
Walking forever to where you are bound, only streets to go down, streets to go down.

Who is too cold in my mind designed the t-shirt finds me missing more from door to door
And stately clocks from block to block announce the endless table's brown light trim
With purple chairs fat asses in.

Flash again, flash the buffer, flush the toilet and the lover.
Move out spin round and then again,
Circumstances find me reeling from my self imposed drop ceiling
And muffled noises and the choices
Whispered here in all my voices.

Ten MInutes Gone

Yet another parking lot
Ten more minutes gone
I turn the engine off
She say's she won't be long

She said she won't be long
But ten more minutes on
I start the car to get some heat
Then redirect it on my feet
And stretch my back against the seat
As other people come and go
Their cars are there to let me know
I am forgotten on in this spot
This god forsaken parking lot

I check my watch and wonder why
And read a book as fading skies
Cause me to squint and hit the lights
As afternoon turns into night
I start to think, could I be wrong
My time eclipsed, my passing days
In parking lots where shoppers graze
Their faces block the sun and moon
I travel nowhere all alone
In parking lots ten miles wide
Where did she go, will she be long, I never know
Ten minutes gone.

Only to those who are likewise

I am a stranger to myself
And therefore a stranger to others
Friend only to those who are also strangers to themselves
Who accept the pain of change
In whose eyes the contortions of metamorphosis bend

I am alone with myself,
And therefore alone around others
Brother only to those who are also alone
The face in the crowd facing the crowd
Peering out from within, out and about then home again
Gone but not forgotten from themselves

I am sad with myself
And therefore sad with others,
Happy only with those who likewise touch bottom
Mad laughter interrupts their contemplations
Slap-sticks punctuate their darkness like bottle rockets,
Dazzling the wearied minds of the mindful

I am angry at myself
And therefore angry with others
At peace only with those who are likewise pissed at the droppings of herd animals.
The field disappoints with migration patterns of happy campers moo-ing toward oblivion
Released from guilt only by democracy

I stare into the mirror
And therefore see only myself
But also those who likewise embrace reflections
Gathering storms obscure the eye and sharpen the mind
Doubts burn the gut as knotted brows condense truth like tears
And this I see when they appear

Shake The Weary Muzzle

Cut you slack, for all your aching, there are no songs for bodies breaking.
The animal strain of animal gain, as animal games
Like parlor tricks when guests arrive, the weak too strong to long survive,
Nor procreate their hearts and minds in little ones for buying time.
All the rest is death and dying, earthen clods of friends and foe,
And lovers lost touch long ago.
Blurring spots behind the lids of eyes squeezed tight,
Where nothing's wrong, and nothing's right.

Gaming tables, knuckles pound, in for the kill and double down.
Wolf eyes glowing, hot breath blowing, nostrils flare in brief palpations,
Sensing subtle variations, of tundras frozen long ago, of memories we cannot know.
Drag down prey and monster pots, death and dying, warm and hot,
Dragged home in bankrolled bloodied clots, to huddled humans on the spot.
Dead weight collapses on dried leaves, the shaking, wearied muzzle heaves.
Exhaustion howls, the wind and rain, the world begins to shrink again
To black hole point, ceased conscious mind, the empty sleep of cow eyed calm.

Rise and fall in repetition, reborn daily dead condition.
Endless night, endless day, endless give and take away.
Warm sun the fur, the animal rises, another day with no surprises,
Interval sets of daily stress, the keen knife edge scrapes clean the mind,
Re-tunes the soul, clears recollections, the self is wiped in all directions.
Blank to what it cannot see, so forced to be what it must be.
The will submits, the world demands, shifting gravities force the hand,
As nature calls, the will commands,
To do this all again today, to hunt, to kill, to seek out prey.

Death, not glory, that is this story.
Fade to black, fade to black,
As before, I take it back.
No music there, and no respite, just howl the moon and sleep till noon,
As this will all be over soon.
Look up, look down, walk there, turn 'round,
Be still, then move, then pounce, then kill, then feed, don't weep, relax, then sleep
No more music, no more games,
All your days are all the same

Right-Wing Christian Mothers

Are right wing, conservative women sexually aroused by thoughts of armed conflict?

Are christian moms of the religious right turned on by the thought of US Troops invading other countries?

Should christian moms dress in dominatrix leather with their breasts protruding be the ones to lead naked Spartan-like marines into battle with nothing but their boots and machine guns?

Should right-wing christian moms lead a solemn procession outside of the city, and beat Obama to death with their placentas?

Should christian moms bath in the blood of infidels and feed on their flesh, while repealing welfare benefits to generations of lazy minorities?

Should right-wing conservative christian moms lead their husbands by their testicles to a secret clearing where they give birth, and watch the children eat the fathers?

Should right-wing christian dads present themselves to the world as flayed spirits in the service of procreation... going where they must to rape and loot and kill... and lay the spoils of war at the pudgy toes of right wing christian moms?

Should right wing christian moms spread their legs as evidence of their divinity... the all seeing eye.

The shell casings of US Marines dance off the tarmac at foreign airports as fire-fights rage for christian moms to squeeze a pillow between their thighs.

Right wing christian mothers of the world... you russian dolls... buried ten layers deep in social sanction... made women... untouchable... moralizing, blood slurping makers of insanity. Shut the fuck up.

Onward christian mothers, marching on to war,  does the cross of Jesus, making up for having been whores.

Then silence fell over the face of deep irrelevance, where right-wing christian mothers slumber through their endless nights.

 

TV

Everyone but me
Is on TV

Head of a child

Of what beauty I saw there
In that cheek and chestnut hair
A glimpse if that to make my way
And faded light to scrape the floor
Withholding breath for what's to come
With falling leaves what's done is done
But still in all as time has shown
As other world's have come and gone
Our dreams of each other
Are held in reserve
To explain who we are

"Head Of A Child", Picasso, 1896

Brian

Brian the imploded ultra nerd
Titanic gravities compress to black hole point

Infinitely Grey

I wear my life like a cheap suit
Infinitely grey
Tugging at the sleeves all day
Drapes my mannequin way
Infinitely grey
Pacing in my window all day