Preoccupation

to have arrived
is to die

I have since
surrounded myself
with cut-out cardboard
reconfigured with no particular preference

staples and tape

to ward off the hatred

a color completely devoid
of vindictiveness

the windowless model is quite suitable

for I have not the time
to look up
and ahead

I am far too caught-up
in this whole “being dead” thing

oh, what a dreadful façade

[image credit: Jan Toorop]

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Symmetry

the paradox of a promise
one cannot hold

known so well

ask not why

anxiously fleeing
leaden clouds
of dusted wake

and coerced ruination

blanketing
the black horizon

heaven, pray forgive me

nothing

but the bleakest silence
can allay these blighted days

tempting the mirrored gate

it reveals

that it is time

[image credit: Pablo Picasso]

Forever Fraught

my predilection toward effusion
may dismay those not departed
cause affront to taste’s convention
leave apologists half-hearted

warrant thrashings deemed most sound
even by standards presumed modest
instigate revolt profound
and draw the ire of known Jihadists

nonetheless, i persevere
for this is all i have to offer
even if it sparks despair
in devotees of Geoffrey Chaucer

some will find my manner trying
some think it obsequious
those astute are found descrying
how i air somniloquous

their opinions might be worthy
to those of aesthetic merit
but thou must understand, surely
that i am not wont to hear it

therefore, i shall e’er regale thee
with this vomitous onslaught
at a frequency seen daily
leaving thee forever fraught

 

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Leave Me Be

people who talk shit
through channels indirect
should shut the fuck up

airing every grievance
to their panels
of pathetic suck-ups

predisposed to pandering
and duplicitous deviation

narratives composed
through soporose imposed
indoctrinations

lacking amygdalic function
calculating false intentions

leaving all to wallow
in their wake
of cowardice convention

wrested by their deepest fears
projected onto those unwitting

passively divulging virulent afflictions
of their bidding

so consumed
with self-obsessive thoughts
of presumed indignation

paranoia, slights inferred,
and fantasized alienation

if their focus
for one second
could be placed upon another

then perhaps
a brave new world of empathy
they might discover

balancing
their drastically askew sense
of the world around them

silencing
the insidious slew
of wasteful swill unfounded

sadly what is most likely
is their continued wrath
unleashed

upon innocent victims
who remain unsure
of what they speak

it’s true i am a pacifist
and yet, i feel
a strong compulsion

to remove their flesh
and banish them
to exile in my dungeon

yes, i have a dungeon
there’s no need to act incredulously

where would you expect me to imprison those who disobey me

now you think i’m crazy
i can tell
just by your nervous laughter

whatever, just get the fuck out of my way
or else, i’ll have to
show you just how crazy that i am
and you don’t want to see that

my advice to you
is leave me be
so i can cuddle my cat

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Usurped Heroes

why are men obsessed with comic books and superheroes
fantasizing fanciful scenarios absurd
it’s a culture born of insecurity and privilege
Venus-envy, sexism, contempt, and minds disturbed

so pathetic are they, with their narratives presumed
thinking women to be nothing more than damsels in distress
helpless to do anything beyond awaiting rescue
by masked men draped in garish spandex with emblazoned chests

as ludicrous as this may sound it’s only the beginning
of their self-aggrandized solipsistic penis-driven daydreams
the time and effort they could utilize to gain perspective
is squandered on the furthering of male misogyny

the issue is so greatly obfuscated by the penchant
of male refusal to acknowledge that which they have wrought
in reference to the omnipresent mistreatment of women
as women’s rights have never been more than an afterthought

what is the “male ego” but a flagrant euphemism
for insecurity, violent vindictiveness, and petulance
paranoia, jealousy, self-centeredness, and cruelty
arrogance, entitlement, it’s better i digress

all of which facilitate a tendency toward ignorance
allowing them to justify their actions to themselves
thinking this excuses them from all responsibility
in any consequence which finds their hands upon the helve

the irony of these male narratives of great heroics
fancying themselves as saviors of all humankind
is so fucking incomprehensible in its absurdity
i dare not overthink it lest i lose my fucking mind

so pathetic is it that the most prevalent impetus
deciding how men act comes from a need for compensation
utterly obsessed with focusing on what they’re lacking
the state of their reality is based on indignation

that men would see the woman’s role as creators of life
and regard it only as a function they themselves had lacked
then react by shamefully attempting to usurp biology
by using false religions made for holding women back

is so fucking insidious it speaks of truth in volumes
that no god would ever stand for all of history’s affronts
perpetrated against womankind and by proxy, all children
men, it seems, are willing fools at humankind’s expense

the root of all these vile, sadistic, crude, misinformed notions
that permeates the muddled mindset of men everywhere
is ultimately based in such a primal state of terror
as man’s primary inspiration is his greatest fear

clearly, one can see that superheroes do exist
all one needs to do is analyze the strength and will of women
and the breadth of everything that they accomplish and endure
without whining like a man who takes his anger out on others

i guess it seems to follow that such focus, time, and effort
would be spent validating mechanisms compensatory
you know, instead of things like, gee um, addressing the issue
but not even a muscled man in tights could save this story

[image credit: Frida Kahlo]

Fates Since Abandoned

without death
we are nothing

a wintry embrace
long forgotten

grains of mured sand
in an endless descent

adorners of vitrails
neath skies of exalt

the morass of mortality
bound to such frivol

vaunting in vain
for a fool’s validation

regale me with tales
of a fabled existence
with just enough laughter
to stay my own ruin

let us sit on the ledge
where the sea hides the sun
in vigilant view
of our imminence

twinkled reflections
reveal glimpses of youth

lost in mirages
of futures imagined

to think of the fates
since abandoned brings pause

bewildered in awe
as our final breath flees

 

[image credit: Jennie Harbor]