Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.
It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as it lumbered around my head-space
crashing into my own startled thoughts
though I realized on some level of awareness
that I was still living in a bad dream.
The brutishly bulky being wanted answers,
I wanted answers, the dream had no answers.
Eventually that solid hulking creature gave up
turning my inner-state over and smashing
my neuronal workings over its big stony head.
Oblivion took us both.
When daylight unveiled the long night
I looked about me
the bedroom was not ransacked
but my brain was blinking on ‘check engine’ light,
and something was still asleep
on the backseat of my mind.
Tonight I will take a strong drink and 2 Ambien
incase its guttural snoring, or its chaotic dreams
wakes me up again.
Categories:
brutishly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dawn arrived beleaguered
and redrew the peaks
across a bruised sky that churned
a displeased blue and pewter.
Soon lightening, a brilliant white
with titanium opacity,
crackled with scraunches
and screeches across the horizon.
Rain labored brutishly
against the grueling winds
savaging the already sodden,
soppy, soupy earth.
Multi-dimensional, phantasmagoric,
noctidial nightmare till, conterminally,
the broken sky refashioned itself
in vivid electric pink and tangerine.
Categories:
brutishly, earth, environment, nature, rain,
Form: Free verse
Can you image an exploded hall
That retained every bombed wall?
A from–a–tree–top fall
That didn’t disfigure The Tall?
A loud pathetic yelp
That wasn’t a call for help?
Overnight, a murderer losing his skill
To brutishly kill?
Getting into a million dollar bet
While one wasn’t near set?
And can one presume a reign
That recorded no pain?
A man ruled a Veritable Sage
Who hadn’t come of age?
A powerful claim to a brain
One had failed to train?
A truly idiotic doll
That didn’t out the tongue loll?
Categories:
brutishly, analogy, education, emotions, people,
Form: Rhyme
Cory was frequently, brutishly bashed
For being a computer nerd unsurpassed.
He dwelt on .org and .com
And of being geek too long.
Hence his grave was suitably marked .crashed.
Categories:
brutishly, humorous,
Form: Limerick
When flowers die,
they die slowly-
edge by edge
the petals curl,
still, silently,
without complaint....
Unlike us,
cut flowers
should be let go before
the first tinge of death
while they are yet
radiant in deepest color.
We humans, however,
must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and
brutishly browned from
the excesses of time.
Yet we have
what flowers have not:
our love for them
dies with them
while our love
for our beloved blooms
ever more resplendent
with the long years,
lasting past the fading,
lasting past even death itself....
Categories:
brutishly, analogy, beauty, celebration, love,
Form: Free verse