No one ever said anything of any
importance during those long, lonely years at the
dinner table. Awkward ugly silences filled
with talk of pars of roughs of lies
as metaphor for truth
while discussing this club used in that sand trap
or that swing always creating this slice or that bogie
as if each item offered legitimacy for life itself
instead of thinking or taking part
reality sparked their unique shorthand and
drowned out veracity as strongly as scotch
or gin or failure or even
the loss of dreams.
Categories:
veracities, anger,
Form: Blank verse
MINDBLOWING
when the words I read
are ingested into
my core with
musclebrawn extreme
I emancipate my
ingenuity
he…
writes veracities
with accuracy
unpretentious
indisputable
feeding the needs
tides of Vesuvius
squalls on the sun
purple veinlets
bloodcot prisoners
pet chaffinch that
peck wounds clean
hands of clocks folded
children of villages stolen
held in mushroom clouds
on ocean floors until
we are held no more
panic stricken fish
struggling to breathe
as they gasp for air
we do not care as
Kurt said: they have
no feelings
even rats hold a minute’s silence
as hearts pound up our throats
and whiz bangs go off in heads
cold thuds in guts make us spin
on the spot looking up to the
sky as it turns black on our backs
he…
writes veracities
with accuracy
unpretentious
indisputable
feeding the needs
© Kim van Breda—16 December 2015
(for Mal Campbell)
Categories:
veracities, dedication,
Form: I do not know?