"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Friday, March 17, 2017

BARKING


Sometimes I think
I died so long ago
That what I now know
Is nothing but dreams -
Remembrances,
Reminders of deep woe,
Authored by black dogs
Barking vicious schemes.
So why should I fear
Bodily decay
When it's my mind
That's mucked up by disease?
And sweet oblivion
Could end my day
With flights beyond
The bounds of life's meek breeze.

Friday, March 10, 2017

THE TRIAL

I am bound,
Stretched naked on an ant hill,
Tethered so tight,
The insects pity me.
Yet they must torment me.
They have no will,
Unlike corrupt men
Who bite for a fee.
Over lifetimes ill winds blow
Every week,
Poisoned sometimes,
Other times merely foul.
They bring pestilence
And grey skies so bleak
They encourage
Horrid black dogs to howl.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

ALTERNATIVE FACTS

When I awake from my nightmarish sleep
I'm reminded of times when truth flowed deep
And all people drank from honesty's wells -
Now they swallow liars' potions and spells.

And what we can sell
Is all and everything,
Yet most are fed well
So few see the scheme -
By which cash cascades from springs
Spoiled beyond extreme.

Now I'm hung on a hook, thumb-tacked by themes
Rumbling through my slumber's thunderstruck dreams.
Before, when darkness seldom survived light,
The great and good were still up for the fight.