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'Acquiescence' Bring me vellum and charcoal bold Then lay awhile in tepid light Humming and winking Fresh and naked as ...

Friday, June 29, 2018

Demons of Heterodoxy


Someone wrote a profound statement
Just as quickly it was attacked, for originality.
then rated for sexual content
and misinterpreted for racial overtones. 

 Pier reviewed for gender neutrality.
Systematically scrutinized for political bias,
while grammar Nazis picked at it
Internet punks trolled the remains.

Casually plagiarized and cursed for its frankness,
redacted by the feckless
and stolen by Hollywood.
Eventually, it was banned in academic settings.





Wednesday, May 16, 2018

more 'Acquiescence'

'Acquiescence' Bring me vellum and charcoal bold Then lay awhile in tepid light Humming and winking Fresh and naked as a newborn foal There used to be music Fall and winter spring and summer Comes now the doors rusty report With cheeky landlords process server Bring me parchment and indigo ink Then clear the table, strewn in waste No checks will there be drawn On this counter of buckets singing with rain There used to be words Cherished and clever Before this rasping hollow Conch shell echo of air waves absurd Bring me wine and honey pears But stay a while Making love on slightly clean sheets Knowing the master has left in despair Hold long the dog-eared page The remnant pencil with bitten point Passages of heroism that no longer cleanse You and I in this failing light Bring me the linen and fine silk thread Await to step in the crimson gown Tunes on the radio acclaim your face Hand in hand with the dystopian dead

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

The Book of Secrets



She closed the book,
placed it on the table
and finally decided
to walk through the door.

For her, a lifetime of corruptions
were then dispelled.
You were suspected.
I was an implement.
They would do nothing.

The book could encompass
what otherwise impossible thoughts
might carry the imaginer away in their dreams.
Delivering that final comeuppance,
the journey of a lifetime, or simply to re-exist.

O
ne need only cast their thoughts into those pages.
One of the romantic verses could revive a lost love.
And who wouldn’t pay the price?
The elevator had been serviced dozens of times,
and none could circumvent its curious course.

Some whispered a curious curse
when it arrived at the lobby with no one on-board.
All weren’t lost, indeed, many returned
after fabulous adventures or a miraculous cure.
Always, there lay the book,
often a token.

Her's was a baby shoe.
This decision might be her last.
With breath held,
The gate slid shut,

the elevator cage dropped like a rock.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Once colors





Born in the golden hour
of your generous smile

Tethered by the caressing
tendrals of your emerald embrace

Ripened to the full warm
pleasure of your rosey lips

Reflected by the translucent
gaze of your raven eyes

Spellbound by the amber glow
of your translike magic

Frozen in the icy retreat
of your cool white silence

Gray as steel the lifeless
touch of your absent hand

Blue-black the void

inside my stolen sight