I'm reliving a page long unturned in my mind.
I'm jerking off in my teenage bedroom.
I had seen my mother naked
in the shower…
just a mistake, a matter
of an unlocked fate - nothing really,
yet that image lingers on
as a gatecrashing life-video.
I have prayed to that blank-faced reaper,
(he with his darkly tinted tabula raza),
for a clean reset,
or at least a selective amnesia,
yet a visual memory will dissolve
only to reform again before my inner eye.
Ever since,
young Oedipus has begun to dig,
determined unto death to bury a vision.
Sixty years later
he is still hard at work.
Categories:
gatecrashing, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Clouds in a Walmart mirror.
The galvanized roof is
eclectically painted and rattling
its shifting shadows.
Some mutter,
hurry to the unmanned checkouts,
some seek a deeper shelter in the
sporting goods aisle's
The distant sounds of fire engines
and sirens,
a howling chorus of trepidation.
Outside in the midday gloom
parking-lot geese
are forming escape lines.
Squirrels gawp and chatter,
hit the ground running.
Another shoplifting tornado
has come to town,
pushing empty carts ahead
of its imminent funnel of fear.
A store greeter
grins like death,
as the gatecrashing wind
steals his breath.
The aftermath has yet to be counted,
though bargain priced Chinese calculators
are readily on sale everywhere.
Categories:
gatecrashing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove
Categories:
gatecrashing, allegory, how i feel,
Form: Monoku
Dark moments past witching hour,
mind watching
the clicking of neural connections
dicing the silence.
The past and future
keep gatecrashing the eye
in the middle of your nowhere.
The only thing to do
is blink those intruders away.
For now, the night is a nether world
one that does not reside in any clock.
Your mind is struck dumb
by a Greater Consciousness.
Call that Stillness: Awareness,
or by any name you choose,
it is the only One here,
the only one that is awake,
the only one that counts.
Categories:
gatecrashing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
From the west
soundlessly gatecrashing constellations,
as bright as the Magi's star
it graciously gave me a minute of it's time
and then was gone.
Oh, to see what you see with my own eyes,
blues and swirling white,
that gentle glow that splits the day from night,
twinkling clusters of man
seemingly at peace.
With each orbit
serenely as you go, you fear no intruders,
violence or greed,
witness no suffering, vice or need.
See no flashes, hear no scream of war
only see how good it looked before
it fell abused, beneath the hand of man-
it really must be heaven
in a can.
Categories:
gatecrashing, beauty, science,
Form: Free verse