The Path Rises Up To Meet Us

for C.L.B.

Long ago you spoke of how we walked
along this road, somewhere in the country
talking of books, huddled in quiet surroundings
without any need for eyes on depth, nor
any deed misplaced: no errors stayed if they
even took place where we tread a measured pace

Listening I thought, always listening to the sky
for instance talking above us without intrusion
we carried it on our backs until it could not
be told where the presence arose: we
sheltered in the spaces between words, memory
made from the path unfolding from our steps

I like to think in that dimension we still move
there; shorn of memory, and absent bitterness,
the ache of circumstances flea-biting at our necks,
not ghost-like those of whom I spoke, but these
times conquered: altered by an alchemy we cannot
pretend to understand but rise to meet again

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Age of Extinction

Herded, micromanaged
housing units become small,
cities of the rich
cement playgrounds for crooks
politicians
after all, 10 million
lemmings can’t be wrong, nor
their detractors
this potato famine backwards
this collectivization
the new Gulag of extinction
hive and ant farm

first, they taught us how not
to think, thus not feel
except for the usual directives
we had sinned we aren’t corporate
no propaganda
unless they own it swarming
forward, forward
landscape and sentiment shifts
the cage, boss, the cage
the new Society Humaine
the needle is slim and invisible
does not exist officially

we do have the rage against
the slings and arrows
accepted attitudes of violent sheep
huddled beneath
this manufactured age
gnawing cheese, stealing advantages
not resembling a leash
yes, we are their experiment
soon to be better as usually
gone too soon before being
exchanged
for a tomorrow never to arrive

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Be Yourself

Be yourself they say, and every asshole
celebrates their swiss-cheese personalities
of family dysfunction, bullying
sociopathic disease and invert tendencies.

Those involved in ersatz philosophy
and the imitations of thought jump for joy
but not far enough at the simplicity
granted to save them from further savagery.

Be of good cheer each hopes to hear
while desiring to punch the listening ear,
the open mouth chewing cud noisily,
the lack of manners and sick breeding.

Love me for who I am each proclaims,
I have your back the better to slip
the knife between ribs, with Novocain since
this will hurt me more than you I say gloriously.

The dead in the audience have not heard,
yet applaud entertainment removing
them from the arms of reality
where they cannot breathe and worship murder

oh so religiously.

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In The Garden


Your scent on me lingers,
so sweetly I imagine,
it’s changing my fingerprints,
transforming my identity

Leaving me with another aura,
than the one I had
when we first met, and
confessed to making love

Until there’s no resemblance
to the man I was –
the person I now am,
the one who wishes, again

To enter you, and drink
from this fountain of youth,
while you taste
of the hidden knowledge

forbidden fruit, paradisiacal bliss

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Abandonment


The past is longer than the future can be. Winters
are now limited, as are the beautiful mild and temperate
days of May.
My personal calendar has switched from notching months or weeks.
Years now represent decades. All the holidays fade toward permanent vacation.
Nothing of bad measure becomes an unexpected surprise.

Wild women or forward men are no longer even incidents
that did not happen to another. Society itself has become
an idiot child, pablumed and cooing, diaper full.
Money a wish for more than less, waning with it the
benefits of better health and food, less stress, even friends.

You know who’s speaking, should you so choose.
Under that snow, poised for flight; that pile of clothes, the vanished
take refuge in plain sight among the fiercely knowledgeable.

Look closely. They leave nothing whether they remain, or go.

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Limbo: Stasis


Limbo now is not a dance
the dangling participle no entrance
suggestive of sex or science

or language masticated by the toothless
but too much exile
waiting for the light of the world

to atom blast your face
against the concrete realities
overwhelming everything by

the Babel feast of lost stories of innocence
as if that were a gift, a credit at
the merchant store of false narratives

of success over the one slice
dimensional forces
spewing forth a dialogue

in a broken tongue neither you nor I
anymore wish to speak or learn
or eat

or kiss anyone with such a device
good only for swallowing tripe
so that we could endlessly

repeat again
lives led in slaughter and denial
our white hats smothering

what occurs
while we tightrope walk across the abyss
to a music made by monsters

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