Long Absurdity Poems

[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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A society
culture
religion
humane species
forgetting,
or more likely under-valuing,
how to unitedly suffer loss
may never have learned to face our universal fear 
of dissociative ego-death
as a badge of Earth-systemic re-cognition,
dignity through suffering 
sacred Ego's over-capitalized absence
where once we knew...

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My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery,
Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real.
I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes,
Their innocence smashed, face down on the concrete...

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I took a long, thought-provoking walk
I jumped off the car, never knowing why
I looked out the window and began to talk
Accumulating anger got the best of me - I can't deny

I saw her kiss a...

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REGENERATE :

Doctorated at a premium university,
Lost his concentration to absurdity,
Discarded his desire for rationality. 
Sorry for this dude's unfortunate category.
As solemn as his heart aches,
Peace was lost from the face.
Deep troubles that he stake,
Wrong squad...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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While a part of my soul longs,
To be carried away,
Far far,
From myself,
To another world,
To a mountain top,
To a lonely place,
To where the air is thin and light,
To where sensations stop,
To where feelings end,
To where noise...

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Part 1



Genecia, was an angry girl. Actually, Genecia was always angry, 24/7, 365 days a year. This was even reinforced by her own mother, who told her often enough
Genecia, you were born angry. Well, if...

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I wonder what 
and whom
makes my transracial family tick.

Quick shadows of lopsided smiles.
Slapping white walls as you step by.
Are these tics
that make you tick somehow?

I know what ticks you off.
Disrespecting your sacred right
becoming lover you.
Yet...

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“In the time when the heart beat slows” 

In the time when 
the heart beat slows
I close my eyes 
and meet you there
that place of aether
the either or,
the conversation 
takes a turn,
all the trees holding
creatures...

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“Unicorns are Us” 

You can only imagine
the furore 
when magick
hit the score
the Party, not impressed,
was not for witches
too big for their
britches on brooms,
said all the high-brow
cultural dignitories
and low-strung 
toad hall politicians
pacing around the room;
so all...

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SOLUTIONIST:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching...

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There once was a boy named Prince Polyculture,
which he knew he was not,
and maybe even not-not,
which would be not a prince,
not.

This was confusing and caused Prince Polyculture to suffer bouts of stress and anxiety and...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes...

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In borrowed plumes
a masquerade we stage.
Thoughts echo doctrines 
passions are preordained.
From broken families 
where fractured spirits weep
Mothers of soulful sorrow 
With eyes that never sleep.

We inherit canvases 
pre-primed with societal skews.
But the brush trembles in...

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In a world where crowds are lost in heavy noise,
Where every face becomes a shadow in its own game,
I watch silently as laughter breaks the empty walls,
And the scent of alcohol mixes with smoke and...

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Stolen golden treasure chest
Dead man lying on his chest
Discarded like garbage
Because we act like we all savage
Eaten by vultures
As greed transcends cultures
Lying gypsies 
False omens like eclipses
Fake prophecies
They packed their bags for those ill fated...

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The Air We Breathe

Whatever death hides in the dark forest?
The Man attentive to death-defying chances
with sinister low sweeping branches, strong
confused as to the hierarchical level
upon which their outreached strengths belong 
hurries along

Beautifully poisonous trees 
Gnarled...

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Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams,
They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope.
Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heavens.
It occurs...

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These are poems about war and defenses.



Defenses
by Michael R. Burch

Beyond the silhouettes of trees
stark, naked and defenseless
there stand long rows of sentinels:
these pert white picket fences.

Now whom they guard and how they guard,
the good Lord...

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I am reading Wendell Berry stories
again,
still,
today.

And notice
over these past several weeks
he unfolds two bipolar themes.

Berry is,
was,
a cooperative Southern neighborhood farmer
of organic hospitality.
His protagonists grow on multigenerational farms
as Berry grows into writing while farming,
thereby farming readers
co-investing...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population."

No, I will never know
what you saw...

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Here I stand, entirely symmetrical
with the longitudinal lines
that thrusts perfectly through 
the balance of our planet  
with not a moment of fluctuation. 

Stiffly positioned in a direct stance,
ensuring not a single curve
in the chain...

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Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. 

A crow caws in the distance and I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are...

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People of Good – strengthen your ties!
      Glory to the heroes-defenders 
of the Donbas 
//////////////////////////////
Message to the Ukra-President

?? who sows the wind, reaps whirlwind

How can you live, oh, “Independent” leader,
A...

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