Behind the glass, a ticking god of brass,
Who waves a withered palm of fiberglass.
The neon crystal bleeds a bruised magenta hue,
Dispensing plastic tokens, counterfeit and true.
“Your wish is granted,” the solenoid sighs,
While servo motors calibrate his glowing eyes.
He sits in a paisley vest and a gold-wrapped head,
Proclaiming: “Be happy living, for you’re a long time dead.”
Drop in a copper, hear his jawbones creak,
The algorithm’s gospel is the truth he’ll speak.
He shuffles fifteen fortunes from a secret slot,
Telling you of money, love, and what you haven’t got.
A silicon swami in a cedar cage,
Selling sudden adulthood on a printed page.
For twenty-five cents—or a swipe of your card—
He dictates the future of a weary backyard.
But if you feed the Deluxe Cabinet every spare dime,
He loops all his blessings in a paradox of time.
A timeless automaton, forever programmed to please,
Dispensing our destinies on tear-off degrees.
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
He perforated her ideas with an axe
Alternative facts; alternative facts
She ignored his staunch idiocy
A union between them could never be
She was as open as he was closed and opposed
She exuded honesty, he usually looked stiff and posed
They will never get along, one of us said after another
Opposites sometimes do well, said our optimistic grandmother
Life goes quickly growing up from the use of a commodore 65.
Perforated print paper
Really takes your energy.
Fold and Tear!
Fold and Tear!
Every so often the edges
With the holes placed every millimeter amuse me for atleast five minutes.
Jump to ten years later as I sign up for my first email through AOL.
Still my main for sure contact or solid way for anyone to reach me, I stand firm in its support.
Life trickles down into o the earth’s core where warmth and safety from the information super highway can be found.
Wait, so what happens if polarity introverts?
Oh the earth shoots a bunny
a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence.
in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns
perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms
in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms
lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence
cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns
Catharsis traces passionate patterns of rhythms in cadence.
A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed
While my soul left, evaporated to escape
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase
I could not see it reach its goal.
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown
The magic perforated straight into me
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness
Something that did not beg to break free
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace.
I realised it was the answer to my plea,
The weight laden drop was no more
The single tear shed was a call for help
It birthed fairies who availed to it.
Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate
Affiance instant, folding fingers christen simulate
Phantasm button nose, rosebud lips, locks flaxen
Escapist catalogues outfits alphabetically, all prim
Repairs rapid, creases cease, orchestrated by him
Dependable quotidian, fix fold away any faults
Origami girl gives empathy, mouth without insult
Lilliputian with ripped ringlets, rested submissive
Lets crafter cover stiff corners with sterile kisses
Thirtieth of April
Thoughts overpower actual
Come on down to Pleasant Pharms:
Apothecary quaint with charm.
Motto here is 'Do no harm'
Sometimes we sort of miss…
Grab some psychedelic fungus,
Mushroom that are quite humongous
On the trails right here among us,
And colors when you piss!
Don’t need any antidote, see
Mescaline’s here, and peyote.
Howl the moon like a coyote,
Then go chew off your arm.
Drop some acid; be discrete.
We’ll hide ‘em in a blotter sheet.
Perforated little squares, neat!
They say no long-term harm...
Come on down, don't be a stranger!
There’s no clear and present danger,
Just neural pathway re-arrangers
Down here at Pleasant Pharms.
waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of
broken words
the water's fire dozes
off to become forgotten dust
of aurora borealis' gaze
the payment of perforated lies
cuts deeper than the blade's
edge of forty days and nights
as my poems begin to really hurt
i feel so bare so hard to cry
having known that unknowing is
like hating but loving my ex-wives
(who i fought for love before)
so waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of
broken words
:: 01.10.2022 ::
Perky pink python plays a piccolo
Perforated opossum practicing as pro
Pretty prancing porcupine poke Pinocchio
Pronunciation phrases performed in pleasing prose.
its not behind me till i turn
straining eyes at sides
was that movement or just the eyeballs turn
peripheral visions of perforated what could be's
was that my breaths end
i'm sure mine was shorter
that shadow space behind me
of shape yet invented
is that the scrape of nail
in the hollow of my neck
now natures noises
need explained
heart won't stop its speech
am i here
just beyond its reach
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
As winter brings shortened light,
as famine delivers harvest blight
So does violence yield premature burial gain,
scarlet tears of Noah’s premonition rain
Crimson tidal force,
deluge of cursed, wolf bane rage
Crescent moon dreadfully presage
a permanent lunar retrograde
On the dark side of the bosom,
sunspot thoughts flow terminally so, err bottomless
Feral feelings blindly comes from
malevolent eruptions,
igneous fears reflect opaque tears of hardened glass
Eclipse hearts
cast an angry downpour —
What does the ill-temper tempest send?
Underbelly hourglass
receives not
another vex overturn at trickling’s end
Rejoice, rejoice
ye peaceful pilgrims
of quantum hope certainty
The celestial sands of tranquility
will soon pour infinitely
As the last Revolution spins
identical change,
the mammon thirst for power
remains the same
Punctuated by perforated voices,
whose hateful noise
stains the grain
1-30-21
He asked me, “ Why are you afraid?
Please tell me.”
I looked at him.
Looking closely is also an art, skillful.
I am never good at that.
I never was.
But I always felt that I must.
Sisters have bonded lives.
We had the same bonding, same heartache.
And I felt that looking closely is a bias when
We are prejudiced, tilted in one way or the other.
Growing up is a pain that rules many hide-outs.
But I always kept my faith. I was raised to keep my faith.
You are not a cause.
You are not a consequence.
But you are an utter truth
Living and ticking on,
you are a loud noise, the loudest of all,
which brings only a simile, just like the action of a rumor
Are you blind in your own black?
Are you a denial of my perforated, wounded, empty life?
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