White Elephant Available in paperback and ebook at Amazon.
Loathing, fear, sad, love, coherent, incoherent, drugs, images, strange, disturbing, poems, happiness, thoughts, death, violence, stories, babbling, hope, joy, relationships, observations, rants, haikus, depressing, disturbing images; White Elephant.
It was never the same after the flavor
left our mouths teething
And the way colors continued bleeding
until they were bled from our eyes
When staring at the ocean, you wouldn’t understand why
And staring at the ceiling might as well be staring at the sky
There are no more whispers now,
only softly spoken cries
And there are no more reasons,
only questions wondering why
The beaches might as well be dried
from the seas, that have all gone awry
But this machine churns this fervent sly
and it does make hamburger meat both day and night
To return home to what you know, the neigh and nigh,
cannot be done, but is as easily conceived as,
thoughts of suicide
The wind blows hard on this cold day
and how I wish I were dandelion seeds,
to another place I would go, taken away.
Like little specs of glitter blowing,
tiny specs of hope floating in this disarray.
Oh, what beautiful madness—take me with you,
I’ll only observe, watching in awe, I won’t get in your way.
Besides, the wind hammers and pounds,
blows down, tears down and crushes most things anyway.
Look how it flows, a beautiful ecstasy that’s filled,
filled with hopes and dreams—all swaying.
And as I watched the wind turn from a breeze into a tornado,
I was filled with sorrow that I wasn’t a part of the show.
Such passion and wild excitement, such purpose and delight,
Such beauty in destruction; happiness without conviction.
As plain as day I watched you feed your rage,
not caring about who and the other w’s, because I know how.
Such a spectacle, what a crowd—fit for a gloomy day.
And I watch in amazement, wondering when you’ll wear down,
but after all this time I have to assume that you won’t,
and though I don’t hate you for what you’ve become, it’s no more fun,
and I’m not sticking around—I’m afraid you’ll take down the Sun.
CAN YOU HEAR THE BELLS, JOHNNY?
A dash here and a dabble there
Pretty laces and bows, tussle your hair
Bleached and pure, you walk your plank
There is only love, make no mistake
Your eyes glisten and glow
Now go forward, put on a show
La di da’s
and ooh la la’s,
encompass your globe
In life there are things that wilt or grow
There is no cause for concern
For certain you must know
When you walk that path
It is a one-way road
White Elephant is Available in paperback and ebook at Amazon.