Stare
Stare
A murder of Drone Crows
Swarmed above the protest
Swivelling above the crowd
Pausing on targets identified
Hacking into their brain implants
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
Messages sent along descending
Neural pathways to their feet
Crow demands!
Directive tingles, itches
Pepper smoke
Released
Compliance accomplished
Mission complete...
Crows stack in darkened alleys
Waiting for
Next ignition commands
Stare
Stare
Wahine hula dance all night
Swivelling hips beneath moonlight
But comes the dawn
Bikini on
They surf the waves like dynamite!
OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW IS A BRILLIANCE OF LEAVES SWIVELLING AND
DANCING ROUND AND ROUND. THE SKY IS THE COLOR OF MAPLE SYRUP.
THERE IS A HINT OF BURGUNDY ETCHED ON EACH GOLDEN LEAF (B)
YOUR HEART HAS BECOME A SYMPHONY OF AUTUMN, RUSTLING ALONG
BREEZY AND HAPPY AS A WAYWARD KITE. CHILDRENS LAUGHTER IN YOUR
EAR AND WINDBLOWN PATCH OF EARTH ARRIVE IN YOUR COLORFUL
PLAYGROUND, AND SUDDENLY YOU ARE YOUNG AGAIN.(B)
STANDING ON A HILL OF LEAVES YOU RAISE YOUR ARMS AND DROP THE
LEAFLETS THEN WATCH THEM TUMBLING DOWN BRINGING SHADES OF
COCOA BROWN, PUMPKIN ORANGE, GOLDEN GATE RED AND MELLOW
YELLOW (B)
PUMPKIN GRINS AND BLUSHING APPLES SITTING ON A LINEN TABLECLOTH
OF WHITE AND RED. JACKOLANTERNS WILL SOON BE LIT AND COSTUME
DRESS WILL BE IN FULL SWING. DIVE INTO AUTUMN SECRETS AND TALK TO
NATURE IN YOUR QUIET AND SURE VOICE. TELL THE BUDDING PINCONES
ABOUT YOUR LOVE OF FRESH OCTOBER CALLS. ETCHED ON A LEAF I SEE
A WORD. IT SPELLS P E A C E.
(B)
Scented ember a moulted smoulder
Skied as crackling softness
Spied and felt thru a film of dexterity
Uncalibrated, solvent, translucid
Trance and dance
Street fleet, guttering inhabited by creased indoctrination
Yet to be ironed
Yet to be pressed and left on the stoop
Cornered like bluefin, fed, foddered and canned
'Til the ink runs dry
Dust, seen but not sawn
Settles on my pine needles
Green hue askew now turns to blue
Appointed to the disjointed and as hard edges glint
Drones trudge thru sludge to fund the mints
(I know these words are bare, and that this poetry is bleak but it's channelled from a source which I seek.
A clear blue nectarous swivelling blissmist.)
You speak of love
And I
Suddenly
No mere Jason for a mother's life
Cannot shake how flimsy
The promises of loyalty sail
The desert sea of needs.
And so beyond
The gourmet of the eyes
For swivelling hips and honeycomb drips
I sought my paradise
Beyond the wilting flowers of lips
And coming back to port
Accepted whatever creature comfort
Bloomed on providence
For I
Muted in sorrow still must tell
The Holy Grail
Was only the casting
Of desire's spell.
this town cries
thru nights
in sirens, in
flashing lights-
it is the fear
that shakes the
air, not the cold-
sight swivelling
fast, hasty &
unclear. the day
sighs, exhales
hard, blinds the
eyes.
Not
the dripping words from rotund cheeks
Or
the mesmerized audience in fashionable conferences
Not
the frantic letters pawned from sacred pages
Nor
the cowering force of conviction in hallowed institutes
Neither
the skewed statistics manufactured on swivelling chairs
Abi
omniscient,omnipresent hard-mini-traitors know me
Rather,
I am the brackish fluid in hunger gorged sockets
the menacing cloud in the orphans eyes
the rumblimg rage in growling bellies
the taut thread on diseased diaphragms
the bloodless taste of conquered cities
the shriek from stripped streets
the chaos from breadless tables and passionless beds
and the repugnant smell of decaying dreams
I AM POVERTY!