Black-blue paint bleeds from within the cracks of crumbling cement walls,
Crushed skeletons infused within limestone erode,
exposing nameless sorrow hidden behind faceless grains of gypsum,
while a forgotten galaxy's celestial ceiling peers through a decaying thatched roof.
Misguided souls reach out into night's void,
screeching repeated sins into feverish gusts of wind,
tethered to each rusting rebar that's barely holding what was once their haven together,
unable to let go, doomed to relive past grievances.
Weathered spiral staircases lead towards nowhere.
Bleakness suffocates while hope is snuffed out,
like the wick of bitter candles drowning in their own wax.
Spinning surrealistic scenes melt into intangible realities,
each soul writhing in agony, trying to break free of abject cycles,
yet punishment clings like the smell of burnt tobacco,
unable to separate the scent from the fibres of existence.
Disembodied voices find no reprieve,
only more excruciation
at the hands of cruel judgement.
She complained over his inventive
Creativity
Cardboard shavings
Straw
Clay dirt
And
Concrete
To fill
Milk gallon jug soft
Lego blocks
It has a port hole through
The middle to tie rebar together
She called him a cheap bastard
and the materials prompts.
I stood and watched her performance
Citing she said she loved him
My hope to whoo her bewindled
When she refused to recognize me
Smile ya'll we happy
All us happy!
In savage streets it’s hand to hand
once shrapnel rips the air that’s damned,
no sin of ego in this land.
Baptismal bloodshed echoes
through rust and rebar ghettoes.
There’s bullet swarms and rocket rain
but infantry must hit terrain,
forget I’m sane and rupture veins
with melee-trench-knife flashing,
the bane of peace doves, slashing.
I wear their red of death and drive
my blade abuzz in hellish hive
to stay alive! Yes stay alive!
The apathy of killing,
and twisting morals willing.
My heartbeat kept, a victory,
it pounds just like artillery
but prized, despite the misery.
A witness to destruction
and holy soul’s corruption
and christened by the selfishness
of presidents with negligence,
we soldiers march with evilness.
The narcissistic leaders,
the preachers and the breeders
of rhythmic spates in drumbeat hate
unfurl their nation flags and fate
in bloodlust war… while heads of state
stay combat clean in bunkers.
I witness gurgling utters
your last and bloody gasp for “mama”.
I grasp with greed my breath in chest.
Thought ricochets inside my skull;
I’m still alive! I'm still alive! I'm still alive . . .
He bought a steel building
Someone told him to use
Ancient technology to create
A pro founded dwelling
He bought. the building
he decided a rammed earth center
wall would complete the design
Where the garage door is a cobbled
Wall would installate us that in most
Wintered seasons we are due the
Coldness that winter owed
He drilled holes
And installed rebar
And use cobb to create thick walls
Interioral to buffer the coldest season
The Ancients, the Ancients he
Taught and preached to benifet the
Extremes of the seasons
Both ancient and modern
Cause it ain't she-it and my darn
There is chill to ward-way
To winters cold to spay
Might we benifet for natures negagence
And the thermal mass to ease
and not make task
Oh the Ancients he spoke
to be taken serious and be a joke
that man and family should prosper
And benifet not to chore ah-rah-la-ah
The Ancients both modern and sound
Techs broad and ah bound
Cheapest to material these mortals sound
Oh the Ancients!
We thought it novel
And somewhat appreciate
We filled number ten cans
With motar like bricks
To be walls in our off-grid
Septic tank.
We put in a slab
Then stacked the # tens
With mortar and rebar
Layer by layer until they
We're above ground level
And than we made
Ah frame and used a canvas and rebar
To make the durable top
This was our solution to
The pricey alternative
Using a laser to ensure
Accuracy we stacked til
The job was done
I wore my tight fittin booty
Shorts and a thong
To attract enough men
To be attracted to the chore
I served bbq and drinks
to tease them enough
We finished in two days
After the tasks and laboring
I let my husband make me pregnant
To illustrate the job was done
Ya'll come back for the fall party
It's sure to be ah swangers treat
Thanks all
Sincerely
Mrs. Gotta Hard
Down Strawberry Lane
"Whink and Ah Smile"
We thought it novel
And somewhat appreciate
We filled number ten cans
With motar like bricks
To be walls in our off-grid
Septic tank.
We put in a slab
Then stacked the # tens
With mortar and rebar
Layer by layer until they
We're above ground level
And than we made
Ah frame and used a canvas and rebar
To make the durable top
This was our solution to
The pricey alternative
Using a laser to ensure
Accuracy we stacked til
The job was done
I wore my tight fittin booty
Shorts and a thong
To attract enough men
To be attracted to the chore
I served bbq and drinks
to tease them enough
We finished in two days
After the tasks and laboring
I let my husband make me pregnant
To illustrate the job was done
Ya'll come back for the fall party
It's sure to be ah swangers treat
Thanks all
Sincerely
Mrs. Gotta Hard
Down Strawberry Lane
"Whink and Ah Smile"
What I know
to be true,
the proven facts,
sit like anchored stones
in a wild river.
Here, my steps
are certain, placed firm
on a familiar stone.
Other times I tread
with faith, a fashioned,
well worn hope
held together
with a rebar of reason.
Both get me across.
But it's the unknown
that sets nothingness itself
below my feet, the path
I mostly tread,
trusting in something
to hold me solid
on sacred ground
that is neither up
nor down
and I have no need
to cross.
Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.
An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.
The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.
There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will clang like cowbells if not polished
into a ringing voice.
Sneak up on yourself,
rattle an echoing skull until teeth chatter
in a free-floating mind.
Whatever tumbles out of that
will be a loosely connected osseous process -
dead on arrival of course.
Pull the invisible strings - make it dance.
your bag of bones just nailed it
but what is it?
It is the only time we get to laugh at black
So de rigeur at funerals and stogy old photography.
Take Dixie Land at home in New Orleans
Parading back of happy brass from marble sculpted sepulchers.
A mansion in mirage, a wavy misty rambling of rooms.
Their mirrors: windows to another, conjured world.
An agitated specter's greasy lipstick pleads.
How silly in its backward gibberish.
Flies frozen in some floes of ice cube trays
Or eyeballs docked adrift along a punch bowl rim.
In morgues, contracting muscles practice sitting up.
Fingers twitch impatient to be dressed in Sunday's best.
Around grave yards are cemetery stones
Jauntily askew, a sporty take on plumb
Due to a lack of rebar steel or poured cement.
More foundational than wood and bone alone.
Masks flash from unknown alley ways.
Our innards struggle up inside our throats
Suffocated quiet, still, we ache to catch so thin
A claustrophobic breath to be made so easily afraid.
just a tad
bit little
late but
still in
a way
migrating
my grating
worked on
work nerves
are severed
several even
oddly have died
being cut off
and left
right
where they were
isolated thoughts
not supported by
trusses or beams
or rebar reinforce
ment meant to
sustain or at
least suspend
any attack upon
my heart
so though after
winter has set in
i'm flying out and
down south below
the equator
liquidating my assets
melting in an un
dulating sun
and a face
that always
smiles
Gray clouds open for business at five
Pour out concrete with rebar rusted
Along with asphalt for a nice touch
Steel never felt so good under construction
Building a better tomorrow on solid nothing
As guard rails pile up on each side of life
Something hard is falling from the sky
Fallen bridges, highways paved in gold
Covered over by weak foundations
Infrastructures fold like a deck of cards
Collapsed houses and trees snap like twigs
Concrete fills in every hole in nature
All mistakes and imperfections paved
Including oceans, valleys and little fishes
Birds are covered in heavy coats from rain
Become crushed by the weight of flight
Along with cars, trains and yellow buses
Trying to avoid the toll booths up ahead
The Earth becomes one big parking lot
Another pavement made from cosmic dust
Minutes away from everywhere on a road
To success which is always under repair
Under construction going nowhere fast
On rush hours overpass moving slower
In a strange rain on an overcast day
A LITTLE LAUGHTER FIVE
Betty bring venom
Curly bimbo lemon thigh
Rogue queen Jacky Denim
Vague swoon droll, droll, untie
Ninja gnome Rebar watch
Makes ramen bacon olive sushi pizza
Spoon vying maple onion grass gumbo-bauch
Jimmy heard Kathy cryin meets munch
Liter laugh fived break bread
Quick syrup cocoa sweet drink
Betty think droll vying slide lauch dariN girls
Jacky, Kathy party broil eatin twist candy stink
Water crush years later heart dance
Eatin drink party piece gnome release
Every vague swoon droll human unite
Ninja gnome,Jimmy, Betty, Jacky, Kathy, Rebar watch
Liter laugh fived break bread
2/19/18 2018©
FOR CONTEST: A LITTLE LAUGHER FIVE
SPONSORED BY: Edward McCall
I still walk your streets
for the untended curb,
the flattened can,
the half-opened shade.
I am in the dark,
unspilled light,
uninspected.
I am caught
in the city of cautious regard.
I am not violent
but I wonder what it would take
to crack the cement
and bend the rebar
to let a man out.
Two shadows where thousands of ghosts,
Saw their last moments so high up in the air.
Everything stopped, no one could move,
They couldn't speak, they wouldn't dare.
Few ran in as others ran out,
Many died in graves of rebar and concrete.
Too many were never found,
Too many never walked down that street.
Some say the world stopped turning,
For some, it seemed it had.
Too many felt the pain, too many cried,
More and more dead, the world was sad.
This is for all those who died on September 11, 2001 and their family members. You're in our hearts and prayers. Many people have forgotten and moved on but those who lost family and friends that day, it will never end for them.
Six days she lay beneath the rubble of concrete and debris,
Pinned down with little hope of survival, just faith that God would send help to set her free.
Six days and five nights, in total darkness, her weak voice called out but no one came,
A billion thoughts ran through her mind, but every thought ended in Jesus’ name.
Her faithful husband stayed at the site,
Looking, digging and listening, each day and night.
And on that sixth day, after many tons of concrete were moved away,
He heard a voice so weak, I’m here, help me, I’m O.K!
Still trapped beneath much debris, an after shock now was feared,
Much steel rebar and concrete still had to be safely cleared.
But with time running out, and few power tools at hand, the outcome looked so very dim,
Then like out of the blue, a U.S. firefighter crew shows up, and now the outlook is not so
grim.
Three hours later they pulled her out,
And gave her back to the loving arms of her husband who never had doubt.
Call it luck or call it what you will, but to me it was a miracle this woman got free,
Six days without food or drink, trapped beneath tons of concrete, it was truly a miracle
for all to see.
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