Your golden calf
speaks artfully in my ear
marketing its millions of worshipers-
whispers of temptation to be like you-
If all life produces are idolators
from the gold calves they adore,
where are its gardeners
its realtors
its nourishers
its doctors
its listeners
its philosophers
it cleaners
its mothers
its fathers?
These are the pillars of society.
Remember this
and don't feel ashamed of who you were meant to be.
We all have a part to play on this sea of glass
and rocky debris
Categories:
idolators, introspection, perspective, philosophy, society,
Form: Free verse
A dandelion sun floats in a
Ty-D-Bowl sky, and
dewy young girls with hair
like shining copper pennies
and unsalted butter
bathe beneath it.
With faith born of MTV,
they worship Ocean---
her heavy metal fury,
her power ballad calm.
But Eros interrupts,
sending her own virile priests
with Bowflex bodies and
Energizer loins
to defile the idolators.
Ocean rebels
and paves the lazy sky
in asphalt clouds.
Sharp quills of rain sting
both priests and congregants
as they run for cover.
Eros laughs.
Ocean waits for another day. -5/16/2015
Categories:
idolators, beach, beauty, blue, girl,
Form: Free verse