Sweet, sour fragrance
Sacrificial incense rise
Piquant, pleasing
From earthen altars these offerings
like baked goods on the hearth
They ascend to grey indifference
from mildewed collection
or smoking pyres
Their union imminent
Poet’s Page
Apathypnosis
you are Pavlov’s dog
trained not to care unless told
your outrage is false
when your mouth waters
sensitivities triggered
listen to the bell
Train whistle
A train whistle wails in far distance
Rises to crescendo
as pipe organ, the cavernous hall
This solo act
drowns the choir
as grey souls stare silent
from their gilded pews
Swallow sermons whole
Dole out the word piecemeal
to none who would listen
Faith like the whistle
is only assumed
It’s source unseen,
yet we know their existence
from tracks left behind
Divided
It matters not what you do
with junk, trunk or cooch
Whether you like to smoke weed
or prefer some strong hooch
Buddhist or Baptist
Muslim or Jew
Anti-theists and agnostics too
We all have a share in liberty’s gift
This must be remembered
if we’re to cure the huge rift
that identity politics has torn in our sail
That destructive creed is destined to fail
What is good for one can’t be for another?
That’s what you tell us while you scold like our mother
When all have been made victims
then no oppressors remain
So I’m wondering then
just who will you blame?
Well the answer is simple
requires no introspection
Just look in a mirror
at your sorry reflection
We are not asleep
Listening for sounds inside empty spaces
Reading the signs upon empty faces
This is the lot of the thinking breed
The fertile ground where ideas take seed
This Sartrian web of existence it seems
serves as backdrop to more sinister schemes
Like conventional wisdom and protocol
Why should any of this matter at all?
Sycophantic fools serve at the behest
of those who would crush us, should we protest
Self-deceit is built upon vanities flattered
Now they can’t comprehend how their plans were all shattered
So now will they finally surrender to need
and fully embrace their nihilist creed?
Succumb
Fevered dreams sailing on sofas
Halls groan in strange voices
at 4:00 AM
Long shadows play upon the walls
filtered through heavy lids
Voices inside and out synchronize
until they are one
until both go silent
Gravity Bong
spider veins criss cross
web over my inner eye
dropping I exhale
