History can provide a perspective on modern US politics. Down south of the 49th, politicians seem to be playing musical chairs with their sex scandals and, the higher their rank, the higher are the odds that they will end up in a sex scandal. If what is going on in the United Snakes happened in ancient Rome, most people would just respond to such behaviour with a, “So?” The general is still a great general and who is going to criticise the Emperor, who is still managing to keep the ENTIRE KNOWN WORLD running and fairly stable. However, if you were an aristocrat having an extramarital affair with another aristocrat, the penalty was death. Unless Caesar was feeling frivolous and forgiving, in which case you would be permanently exiled from the civilised parts of the known world, ie: you were fucked. For fucking. That neatly explains the prevalence of sex slaves, because slaves weren’t REALLY people and so fucking a slave didn’t count as adultery. If the Employer Claudius saw The Colbert Report he would not get the jokes (pretend he had a Latin-speaking translator and make SURE that’s Latin and NOT Latino). He’d most likely ask, “what’s the fuss? Just throw that unbelievably stupid orangutan to the lions. And bring me some more waffles.”
Sunday 2 December 2018
Monday 5 November 2018
Those Pesky Afterlives
You can call any religion “practical” if its doctrine of what happens after our bodies die is correct. Unfortunately, the truth is only known to the dead. And the dead are notorious for being unanimously close mouthed on that (and many other) topics. I think that the dead are being very selfish and incredibly stubborn. It would only take one to settle all of our divisive theological differences. (Although I don’t expect Lazarus to pop up. That poor bastard has already died twice!)
Friday 2 November 2018
Sunday 7 October 2018
Paradise Loser
Where the air grew wild,
Blew your hair into your eyes,
Lying on sand still hot from
The sun.
So close, each to
The other, that our selves
Did inevitably meld into one.
Oft’ did we chance a
Furtive flash of a glance
At a sky in seeming
Collusion with the heat
Of our hearts.
As if by design of a deity,
Up rose the moon, adding
Its gaiety and its sterling shine
To that of the stars, suspended
Above us, twinkles and blinks,
Affixed so as to ensnare the eye
Of random ramblers, but not the
Gaze of Destiny’s guests such as
You and I, who need not fear the
Heavenly spheres.
O! That night of sacred memory!
When my eyes from you were averted
(Moments rare but needful, so that
From you I could wrest my next eyeful)
Up I’d look at that inverted
Bowl of lights, crystalline.
And amidst all of this beauty,
‘Tween two reed-wrapped dunes,
You rested against me, my arm
Warmly ‘round thee and my
Mind on eternity.…
(I remember it all, the minutest
Detail, with perfect recall!)
On the breeze-kissed beach,
Far from those who parked
In cars, for
Our tremulous embrace
Wouldn’t’ve been fit
For such an artificial space.
It took the rhythmic rhyme
Of the rolling waves
Wetly lapping out the time
For me to hear the silent
Music of your sighs, which
Was wedded to
The light-show glowing
From your eyes.
Yes, on that broad beach, by
A lukewarm lake, nearer dawn
Than the midnight passed, time
Itself held its breath
While I held you.…
I don’t wish for more machines,
Talking boxes made of silicon,
Grander gizmos to sink my
Money in.
I’ve come to see technology
As base and tragic because
What I really want is magic.
A magic lamp, a magic wand,
Some magic to bring back to
Me what has gone.
Every race that humans run
Time has already run and won.
A perfect night, a beach and you:
Everything else can be cast away
If some magic would just
Stray my way, lift me from this
World so grey and return me to
One night, one beach and you.
Tuesday 2 October 2018
Tuesday 25 September 2018
Monday 24 September 2018
Saturday 22 September 2018
Wednesday 19 September 2018
Sunday 16 September 2018
Saturday 15 September 2018
Tuesday 11 September 2018
Monday 3 September 2018
Sunday 2 September 2018
Limerick #1
There was a young whore
Out of Wales,
Whose cunt was all
Covered with snails.
The slime, she did find,
Dropped one woe from her mind
And slicked things up nice
For the males.
Saturday 1 September 2018
Wednesday 29 August 2018
Saturday 25 August 2018
Thursday 16 August 2018
Tuesday 14 August 2018
Friday 10 August 2018
Thursday 9 August 2018
Monday 6 August 2018
Saturday 4 August 2018
Friday 3 August 2018
Thursday 2 August 2018
Wednesday 1 August 2018
Monday 30 July 2018
Saturday 28 July 2018
Friday 27 July 2018
Thursday 26 July 2018
Wednesday 25 July 2018
Tuesday 24 July 2018
Sunday 22 July 2018
Saturday 21 July 2018
Wednesday 18 July 2018
Tuesday 17 July 2018
Monday 16 July 2018
Sunday 15 July 2018
Saturday 14 July 2018
Thursday 12 July 2018
Negotiation
Shall we play that
Deadly game? Set our
Hearts to duelling, see who
Is faster at the cut and
Thrust? Or would you
Rather talk it through?
Shall we be civilised
Even though I can see
Through your lying eyes?
As, no doubt, you see
Through mine.
But let us play this farce
Of negotiation to its end
And pretend that friend
Is foe and foe is friend,
Until you or I do tire and
One does finally do what
We must: try to score
With one clean thrust.
Haiku #23
Dogs starve, chained, ignored
We’ve walking dead, homeless, poor
Yet we thrive, wholly blind
Wednesday 11 July 2018
Tuesday 10 July 2018
Sunday 8 July 2018
Thursday 5 July 2018
Wednesday 4 July 2018
Tuesday 3 July 2018
An End To Means
Acumen is not the destination waiting at your path's end. It was acumen that gave you the mistake you made eight or nine turns back that brought you to where you are now.
Monday 2 July 2018
Anti-Doubt
When to life you awake
Again and find that you
Are your own chief bore,
When the cocktails don’t
Work anymore but
Leave you
Hollow when once
They hit like a
Boxer’s punch.
When the gleam of gold
In your eyes
Leaves you cold with
Bitter chills that you
Despise…
When all you see is wanton
Waste and dreams of
Bliss killed by the
Shit that's all that
Now exists.
You’ve struck the
Lode of "when,”
That tramples o'er
Your urban cares.
But the hour’s struck!
It’s time to act,
To turn a “how”
Into a “now!”
In passive thinking you've
Been sinking but now’s
The time for action!
Balance your stance,
Be certain of traction
And grab a hold, a
Full twin-fisted grip,
Upon your limp and
Wasting soul. With what
Force is yours, your full
Store, your stock entire,
Pull yourself out of
The mire you've been
Living in: pull hard ‘til
You’re past the sill and
Can see with your opened
Eyes that in a hole you've
Been hiding and the
Light you thought
Was forever lost was
Merely hid by the leaden
Lid you yourself did fit
To seal the bunker which
You meant your soul to
Save but which,
Instead, became both
A prison and a
Grave.
Friday 29 June 2018
The Map Behind Your Eyes
The tale of the tune,
The trail of the moon,
All roads contend the
Means to the end. Your
Path you defend, or then
You pretend
You knew all along
T'was your secret swan song
That you sang as you slept,
And the gypsy was wrong.
Doubtful Explosion
I left a wreck
My missing mistress
What happened next?
My total role unwrapped
And plastered on plastic
I recall but not
All
She was waxing fast
Polishing the past
We’d come but,
No,
We’d gone and then
The hose
And the signs behind
Nearer, clearer?
No,
Our time was ticking
Taking place…
No,
We fled, reeling
Trading places
Wiping traces
What did?
Was?
She waxed so fast
But
The future?
Fields of sutures
My missing mistress is
All I recall, doing her
Duty
Bent, fecund and fruity
And then she blew or
Did I?
A fuse?
Or a ruse of Time…?
Wednesday 27 June 2018
Saturday 23 June 2018
Transmission
Here I lie on
The far side of why
Nursing my heart turned
To stone in what
Passes for my home.
But that’s also a lie
When there’s only
I
So I became an
Aerial, while I’ve still
Time before my burial.
I tune my thoughts to
The emission of my
Emotions in all
Directions, with scant
Hope that your powers
Of detection can pick
Up my transmission,
My total submission
To you and the chance
That you’ll come back,
Undo the fission, my
Fatal commission,
When I split a whole
With one damned act,
Becoming but half,
Losing my soul and
Dooming myself to
Eternity on a rack.
Wednesday 20 June 2018
My Threnody
Staying alive by holding stone-cold hands with a ghost. When the light frightens, close your eyes.
When the night tightens, say goodbye.
The view from the peak of Lonely Mountain astounds but there is no sound for the air's too thin, too thin and sheer to hide your hideous grin of naked fear, your true self come for one last look, a final sight for your soul to carry as a small balance to steady the ship--then Panic boards, the engines roar and off you soar for an eternity of flight.…
Wednesday 13 June 2018
Again We Wake
Again we wake
This blessèd night
Your thighs do grasp
My soul so tight and
As you squeeze and I
Respond
'Cross our secret
Hellespont, your
Moan I suck unto
The skies,
Your wet seduction
Sweet balm applies
To stiffened member
Which does work
Your pleasure, oh so
Keen, that 'tween it
And pain in joy
You scream.
For you inspired, m'lady,
A lust required to
Open up your
Second lips, their juices
Sweet and salty flow
From out your kisses
Down below.
Slough The Husk
Slough the husk, broach the sky!
Through dewdrop sundered sun I
Fly, ever higher heights I spy
As I scheme
To fracture heaven's dome.
To leave but Night
Which I'd cross alone,
With tortured mem'ry
Search for home.
The Woman
The woman doth
Damn with faint praise
Her ends to achieve.
To right
Some imagin'd wrong
From sinister years remember'd.
The mem'ries, false and hard,
Do by warp and weft deceive;
Past's tapestry unravels fast,
Present's will does wipe it clean,
Replacing fact with ill-willed dream.
Ego, id and all between
Lie isolate as Judith
Does depict the scene.
Monday 11 June 2018
The Cardinal Point
Grip your ribs then
Rip, and so expose
The lodestone that
Is yours alone:
Your heart, the pulsing
Magnet of your soul.
Now feel the keening wind
That blows so cold,
Nature’s Novocaine to
Dull the pain as you
Explore the gleaming
Contents, the slime and
Shine, of your wet
And throbbing core.
But as you probe,
Peel back the films
That lie in layers
‘Neath your skin,
Can you find your
Body’s clock? Your
Will that felt as solid
As a rock? Does your
Digging cause to appear
The conscience that you
Thought so clear, so
Clean, without a smear?
And what clammy cavity
Did enclose your moral
Compass? Did wet fingers
At last expose the
Glistening vault that
Did it encompass?
Now that you’ve undone
The zipper of your
Torso with more care
Than Jack the Ripper,
Have you learned at least
That there’s no magic in
The meat separating
Man from beast?
Even if you emptied all,
Every organ did remove
‘Tween your breastbone
And your spine, you’d
Never find the key to
Man, for both the lock
And key are but ghostly
Goals, dreams on deposit,
Invested by the human
Race in the mem’ry
Banks inside the space
Wherein you reside and
Which you’ve chosen
To call your mind.
All Things End…
It is simple:
You shall never know what you have lost
Because you never knew what
It was you had.
Think no farther, for
There is no future.
Sunday 10 June 2018
Deception
“Deception” is
Indeed a slippery word,
Its definition depending
Upon its perception,
Meaning one thing
If it’s seen and
Quite another if
It’s heard.
Your understanding eye
Believes it sees “to deceive”
But your ear does not lie
When it receives to “de-sieve.”
To “de-sieve” is to blend
Together, to recombine the
Discrete bits of a broken
Whole and, in so doing, let
That which was shattered,
Dismantled and scattered,
Reunite and begin to mend.
So, after that rambling amble,
Perhaps ‘tis time to
Ask whether “deception”
Might not, as a word,
Be due a more positive
Reception?
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