Sunday, February 19, 2017

Moon Prophet




Moon Prophet






The  moon is a white hand on fire,
a skull's sign in the water, candled
on the drowning of night.

At the crossroads, the black dog howls;
six pups suckle and snarl on her scarlet milk.

The wind tastes of dangerous words:
war and righteousness, delicious with chocolate
patriotism.

The moon is burning, and still she knows
the time's come again for poor men to die.


~February 2017 










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Image: Shadow With Pelvis And Moon, 1943, © Georgia O'Keefe
Fair use via wikiart.org

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Dead Tongues





 The Dead Tongues





Alive in a dead language
we once met,
shades of a time displaced
reeling together, blind face
to face of sweet lies,
bilingual brocade
illuminations our brand,
blacked out at dawn 
when wishes fade; 
only sunsets blaze on
in fantasyland.

It's a dry coupling
mind to mind, lust
lubricated by lyrics,
lips rubbed raw by rhyme;
lovers' knots 
in the flesh
lovers' blood
in the mines
lovers' cries
in the fade, hungry
as gulls on the tide.

A fine fate for bards
to empty this chalice
abysmally shimmered,
diseased by a fool's bite,
irrationally filled
as it drains through the sockets:
skull of a thought 
soul of a heart
heart of a will
alive in a dead language
where skin shifts like sand,

where once I spoke whirlwinds
to rest in your hand.



~February 2017








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Image: Jörmungandr "(aka: the Midgard Serpent, son of Loki, and nemesis of Thor) knot piece..late 2014. The Old Norse text is a binding spell...translated using the website The Vikings of Bjornstaad. It says: "Mighty Jörmungandr, terrible serpent beneath the sea, beast that encircles Midgard, I bind thee. In no way will your rage become my own, so thus I vow until at last I rest." Pencil and Micron on white paper. Copyright: -Jenks" source


Sunday, February 5, 2017

Premonition


Premonition






The swagger-boys
came at nine
to set back time;

forgot the tics.

They shaved my head
with Occam's razor;

forgot the brain

burned down my house

forgot the windows

confiscated bullets

forgot the gun.

At last they showed the knife
and took my legs;

forgot the heartbeat

that let me crawl away
on love alone.



~February 2017









" [Hitler] has grasped the falsity of the hedonistic attitude to life. Nearly all western thought since the last war, certainly all 'progressive' thought, has assumed tacitly that human beings desire nothing beyond ease, security, and avoidance of pain. In such a view of life there is no room, for instance, for patriotism and the military virtues. ..All three of the great dictators have enhanced their power by imposing intolerable burdens on their peoples. Whereas Socialism, and even capitalism in a grudging way, have said to people 'I offer you a good time,' Hitler has said to them 'I offer you struggle, danger and death,' and as a result a whole nation flings itself at his feet."  
 ~George Orwell, from a review of Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf, New English Weekly (21 March 1940) via wikiquote





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Image: Premonition of Civil War, 1936 © Salvador Dali





Friday, February 3, 2017

The Spider Captain


The Spider Captain






An old stuffed dog
and a long legged spider
a bed like a boat
and a web in the corner
a neon nightlight
from the downstairs sign
stiff faded curtains with red designs

to cover the moon;
too many children, not enough rooms.

A place on the couch
that hides a bed
a long legged spider
to cover your head
to rock you to sleep
while the bed-boat sails where
there's a whole new place
you didn't know was there


with 
a purple bracelet and knots in your hair
for Mother to comb out
and make you cry.
On his way to work,
the spider kisses her goodbye.



~February 2017













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Image: The Big Spider's Diamonds,  by Edmond Dulac