But Maybe Now

A death song loud and clear
Where the winter wind crushes bone
The echo of silent suffering
A bloodless moment spent so alone.

Howling wind cuts a morning scream
Preaching hard through a prophet's feast
His eyes are all fear & trembling
But he's still got a taste for greed.

They say somethings are a mystery
Wonder, fear, and cold surprise
Digital pain and analog love
Every question built on a lie.

So, keep your eyes on the skyline
Keep your head to the ground
This is the kind of place where
A heart's not easily found...

But maybe now.

Sadducees

Imaginary fits
Of extra-ordinariness
By now you should know this
That, this is all there is.
And I would be remiss
Thus fail to reminisce
Of a life I didn't live
Because this is all there is.
It's nice to be nothing
That comes with no warning
With digestive contorting
I speak & write & sing
It's all how I carry myself
Hollowed out like a shell
That from a shotgun fell
With a sound deadly to tell...

I know just what to expect
Fingers locked around my neck
Repaid a cancelled check
A victim of my own neglect--
And all there is inside
Of rage & formaldehyde
I won't, I will, I tried
Found wanting every time.

In all ways, found wanting.

"Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer..." Matthew 23:14

A Poem for A Song Called 'Sense of Style'

"That rug really tied the room together, did it not?"---Walter Sobchak, The Big Lebowski

I'll sit here, but I won't be near
I listen close, but I won't hear
In a room for a bit, but it's too intricate
Lines so delicate, their lies deliberate

Did you buy this?
Is it a torture kit?
Did you consider that
I might truly be sick?

I'll look at you, but I won't be the room
Bright-colored gloom, that laughs at me & you
A view askance, to this postmodern dance
No, this furniture, wasn't put here by chance

So you are a knife
Twisted deep inside
And my soul can't survive
Your sense of style

Haiku #3

Self evidential
That this is not a haiku
Oh, but now it is

Haiku #2

what a great idea
i think i'll write a haiku
and post it online

Haiku #1

what a dumb idea
i had a moment ago
blogging in haiku

In Equality

How can you & I share the same space & time?
Are we only foolish, immature, or completely blind?
On a planet where things should be more than "I" alone,
It's hard to understand the structures & functions imposed.

I saw a little kid, in passing, maybe sometime last Tuesday...
And I could feel the hunger & hope of his heart starve away.
In eyes that screamed with pain & rage & need,
He saluted the flag, said a prayer, & died. Inequality.