inheritance of desolation sung
by invisible choirs of felons shown
clemency only by those victimized
by higher cost of living increases than
most could absorb with paper towels
inheritance of desolation
About what was…
Flawed —
That’s a word we use when we’ve carelessly destroyed things.
We empty our emotional shelves, and
Clean out the closet of our memories,
But carefully retain our excuses, because
Those are the ultimate image filter.
And one more time, it’s about what was:
And the next what-is that’s about to become what-was —
But that’s what happens when you’re “flawed”:
You strip the beds down,
You strip the house down,
But you sure as hell
Aren’t stripping yourself down
To share is human:
The Eagle Red
The forest gold
alive upon the hills is calling out:
The vision lost:
a parasite or leukocyte is doubt —
And where should I deliver hope?
And how should I uncover spoil?
Is there a wage that’s high enough
For this much toil?
The eagle red:
a span of fire burning, bright and grand —
Still must be fed
with creatures scurrying across the land
To share is human:
Winter and Insanity
Come sit with me upon the edge
Of winter and insanity;
Come watch with me the dancing spheres
Alight with our duality —
Inhuman as the cold of space,
And human as the living stars,
The universe has shown its face,
And we’ve shown ours.
For we are everything you see:
The nightmare and the fantasy —
So let us be here, you and I,
As cold and empty as
The sky
To share is human:
3 Beliefs – 1
“The fields are full of flowers,
The sun is burning gold,
Come run with me, come be my love
Before the night comes cold —“
”My love, I have a different plan:
For days and nights of toil
Can lead us to a better life,
And you to better soil.”
But days and nights gave way to weeks.
Now months and years have passed,
With each new job another score
He swears will be his last —
He loved her, just as she loved him.
But now he just can’t quit:
For I believe that summer knows
What winter won’t
Admit
To share is human:
mnemonic tide
you shared with me reluctantly
your out of pocket views
on how the world would look if you
were only free to choose
there was an ardor in your voice
a pattern in your eyes
what happened next bewildering
a mix of words and thighs
for what cannot be stopped must go
into the void or past
and what we leave for afterwards
is what will really last
for you were on a launching plan
that you were loath to forfeit
and i was just that bit of fuel
you needed then
to orbit
To share is human:
she told me she was shy
she told me she was shy i told her i was taken she asked me to come by my confidence was shaken she asked me to come in we had strawberry wine she told me she was shy but i think she was lyin’
To share is human:
love is only what love is
outside the realm of
resolute indifference,
she walks among the
clouds and stars and toast
but tells me not
to worry over details,
for it’s her essence that
she misses most
of rainy days and
stormy nights, says she,
there’s little left of
what was Givenchy
but round up what you’ve got,
and bring your graphs,
for heaven knows that i
could use the laughs
To share is human:
cinnamon or taffy
the boardwalk summer: low tide and high feeling, a helpful bit of sun along the way, and music, like a soul-possession engine -- a tastes-like-cinnamon- or-taffy day a kiss behind the pier: a running stallion, a dancing mare with yellow tangled hair, a range of wooden slats for many horses, a galloping within the blare and glare a multicolored night, a mini-vegas: a taste, another taste, a plunging in, a space for two, a tentative exploring -- a map of worlds, that's written on the skin a cinnamon or taffy taste, a blending, a play-it-off amid the swirling crowd, a hopeful kind of glance, a sudden sorrow, a private look that's somehow said out loud a day a night a gain a loss: a growing that no one notices, and everyone -- a summer on the boardwalk of tomorrow, a halting start that stops but isn't done
