It is written don't kill.' You stupid dill.) You couldnt rise
To the level of a souk, your'e bought out, sold out
Yet not brought to book.' You're looking jaded your ideas
Have faded.' You have all the appeal of a maggoty chook.)
Categories:
maggoty, africa, appreciation, culture,
Form: Rhyme
apple cores bifurcated
maggoty realms
spilled over
long stems bled
a sluggish
green insemination
toward evening
small apes gathered
to scream at the
new moon
there were bones
to be split,
marrow to be scraped out
with stone spearheads
it was not the beginning
nor even the
end of the beginning
swamp waters
still bubbled up a choking miasma
of stale fertility
yet some
hunted a muddy earth
knuckles walking
a few agile brains
grew more alert
to upright visions
Categories:
maggoty, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Coffee shops bloom into aroma.
New York City
spew on the sidewalk.
This day Lord if you care;
in the timpani of each mind
thunder your long bong songs.
Bless the rats in their
dank hid-ey-holes
bless the thrice gnawed pizza.
Thunder sweetly
in the pidgins throat,
forgive us our lox & bagels
and let the dawn excavate us
from the weed soaked
down-town funk.
Lord, if you care
and if that `care'
is You in us
then let the Big Apple
be newborn
and not maggoty.
Not a place of filth
and fading beauty,
but each of us
a lamp in a city of lights,
and dear Lord,
please turn us on.
Categories:
maggoty, poetry,
Form: Free verse
lies beget more lies
leaves truth flyblown full of holes
maggoty in fall
Categories:
maggoty, truth,
Form: Haiku
The blackbird has gone maggoty
Lara stiffs at it
shakes a grub off her wet nose
and sneezes.
Then as if fiction were uncannily real
another similar bird drops out of a tree.
For a short while it flutters
turning in a circle around a broken neck.
Lara looks at me as if to say,
‘What the heck?’
Now the bird is still
one eye open to the sky.
I can see clouds reflected in its eye
but soon just cloudiness
as life departs.
Lara again does her sniffing thing.
We walk on smelling the sweetness
of Fall leaves as they rot into October.
This is a time
when death and its dissolution
is still aromatic,
pungent enough to mask
the seasons fatal embrace.
Lara sniffs at a loose pile of fallen leaves
as if they were an open grave.
Categories:
maggoty, poetry,
Form: Free verse
DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES
Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s sentries,
or pierce the eyes, the blossom spread of luxuries?
Do tell of sandals, chains and locks lost in shrubberies!
O turtle doves, between your teeth, insolent mulberries.
Too soon succumbed to satin skin, fracas of discoveries.
The fruited-fountain of chocolate but noncommittal fudgeries.*
The shrieking tomb of sirens — seagulls sic the maggoty melodies.
The butterfly tresses of yesteryear sans curmudgeon cure of drudgeries.
You thought to toss away her sensuous beauty, with exorbitant lies.
No hope in her sea soaked eyes, salt preservative of glass flies.
4/14/2018
*fudgeries - fakes (made up word)
Categories:
maggoty, dark,
Form: Monorhyme