We loved videogames, Paul, Sam and me
Came up with an idea, started a company
Sales were good, but success was a curse
It started when the law said we must be diverse.
So we hired Mary, Chantelle, and Helene
But social media was their preferred scene.
Mary spent work time applying lotions
Helene said she was passed over for promotions.
Helene walked away with lots of dough
We settled her lawsuit, but it was a blow
Then we had to pay the business tax
Sam gave half our staff the axe.
Then the hydro plant fell to a progressive plan.
so salmon could swim upstream without a dam.
They built lots of turbines where trees used to grow
So our servers were down when the wind wouldn't blow.
Then Paul said that marriage should be between Adam and Eve.
An online mob descended like you wouldn't believe.
I told him to grovel, but we felt the sting
So I sold our patents to a guy in Beijing.
If you wonder why you can't get a job
Or the one that you got makes you feel like a blob.
Ask the idealists who care about all except you.
They're sitting at the levers, that self-righteous crew.
Her mood was somber, gloomy, macabre, sad.
Napping all day, nothing made her feel better.
It was raining out, terrific day for a funeral.
Too bad she does not know any dead people.
She returned to her bed, hating herself.
Missing her therapy appointment, but not caring.
Too down to want to get back up.
Her house is a hoarder’s house.
There are barely paths, no one could visit.
Not that they want to.
Her relatives quit her a long time ago.
She has not had a friend for years.
Cats are her companions now.
Her dreams used to be sparklingly wonderful.
Now she has nightmares.
Dreaming of herself getting strangled in her own messy maze.
Sounds of burning water lilies
Disorient the future contours,
A shivery breath fills
My cheery corner.
The blazing shadow of the sun crushes
The sphinx of my star,
And the promises dissolve
Before the strangled star.
one at a time
thought forms climbing
love’s chime throttled
23-December-2022
Just another siren roadkill:
A low-down,
rabid raccoon resisting arrest
at high noon
A feral noted asphalt death
So says the official pol-pol report
In a Terminator monotone
was the desk commandant’s
brass tact, swastika vapor retort
Abel-bodied justice, sho’ nuff —
A redacted cam footage snuff
Grim fire Cain desire,
hate-lust displayed
when coldly
slapping on the Reaper cuffs
Tar baby fetal prone pinned fatally;
poly blue-kneed on the jugular,
Bwana caught baboon can’t breathe
By George,
bad monkey got a name
Floyd recorded on the birth registry,
a curious
violent death
t’was how the end came
Ebony communities unnerved
by the strangled justice served
Latest rap sheet statistic said,
just another darkie
lights out dead
Midnight scary thoughts:
Pet cemetery spook laid in a
ghetto dirt bed
Asphyxiation was how his neo-plantation air bled
Suffocated by roots of slavery injustice, I’m afraid
I'm feeling strangled,
but I'm not being strangled.
I try not to think,
but it's still there,
staring into my eyes,
with that stupid look.
I kicked, I screamed,
but one dark moment,
it will only stay,
strangling the rest of my life.
(Based on the seemingly-paradoxical logic behind Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem, in which the self-referential Gödel statement can only be seen to be true from outside the system.)
I cannot believe that this statement is true.
Don’t try to convince me; you’d turn my face blue.
I’m choked by its verdict whatever I do.
The freedom to see it belongs to just you.
Devilish cavalries and blazing hoofs.
Over-crowded graveyards and watery roofs,
Strangled whispers of colorless pain; I breathe.
Unemotional embrace and freezing wreath.
The scene is desolate, forlorn and inhumanely cold,
I got those feelings of abandoned cemeteries and wrinkles old.
Rochdi Bouille
May 7, 2013
When we have strangled virtue at her birth
And evil thoughts are all that we can find
We cannot take a draught of cheerful mirth;
Escape from this black prison in the mind.
When friendship and esteem have been foregone
And lone as buzzards circling are our hearts.
Remembrance of past joys will never come
And soon from us the last love will depart.
When wickedness draws down our minds to die
And hatred seems to cloud the very sky
When we don’t look to see the geese fly by
When all we do is moan and weep and sigh
Then let’s remember all we have not lost;
Knot firm our souls till this dark grief has passed
you panted for air as panic pained
as the young life in you drained
a ghastly gagged youthful life
strangled dictum…
and relatives chocked with grief
as friends shocked with disbelief
seeing your destiny you would not reach
strangled dictum…
a budding jasmine brutally butchered
a blameless young life beastly botched
a blossoming rose harshly hacked
strangled dictum….
Through the peep hole of Egyptian darkness shackled by conquerors hypnotic scheme
awaits the incarnate spirit of Ra.
Summoned to defend the skies of eternity and the land of death
against the traitors to the throne of the sun god
peace in these savage times shall be your curse.
may your conscience be your pillow
and your wretched hearts your lullaby
you and your puppet slaves will never tame this mane.
there is nothing your lassos can suppress
your skin of deception your pillars of lies and halls of betrayal
will fall to the hum of my dynastic roar
I am the truth the originator of galactic time
your presence was my flatulent secretion
your death will be my orgasmic sigh.
Women of gaze that by-stand my struggle
fan as you may your perfumed air
it is your heart my canines seek
your tongue has collapsed my rump
and stolen my corner stone
may your blood from my mandible spell
Traitor!
written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest, Ancient Egypt.
To know a man
to know a man
is to know what he expects
without him telling you
know what he hates
know what he loves
know what he wants
without a word said
his desires are understood
and prepared for him on a platter
but, once love, respect, and honor
has left the marriage, it becomes
all for nothing
there's nothing i can say that matters
nothing i can do that'll change a thing
just the cold hard facts he no longer desires me
You were the gasoline
To the flame inside
I was lost in between
Your fame and my pride.
You want me back
Your interruption is late
This heart is turning black
As corruption spawns hate.
But I'll let it go
As we all forget the past
Only if I surely know
This time it's going to last.
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