Aorta

Weakened avenues of blood,
Arteries clogged and choked,
Blocked barricades; so caked
In fat, they've lost elasticity:
Shriveled, shrink, tighten, die.


Stillness and silence made this separation
A division; thick barrier between thought
And action, dead-end closure for defeat.


Seeming different, but is everywhere the same,
Deep slush of indecision stops aorta of the soul.

Grey Speckled Bird

By the sea, behind a stump of rock,
A hidden nest. Big waves crash in.
An undertow sucks out relentless,
Gravel rattling through the cracks;
In it a grey speckled bird calls out.

The Craft

The craft consists of precise expression of emotion
Transformed into common vernacular of the street.


So


What was felt, suppressed and feared stated aloud,
Is made acceptable by art and softened articulation.

Crystal Clear

Send a letter, scented in verbena,
On lavender paper. Make it short:
No.

Red Moon Rising

Midnight-rider, you far traveler,
Speed under this Moon of Blood.
Roll your bike's bars far forward.
Hammer down.  Know these big
Spaces and wide eastern plains
Were shortened to grey gardens
Long ago.  Escape that red Moon
Rising in the East and head West.


What's heard here is awful sound
Of little mosquito men sucking life
From independence; foul brokers
Of subjugation, they're who've made
Submission virtue. Flee to declare
Your soul free from all of them.
Ride hard away and seek out
West a Montana of the Mind.

Short-Sellers

So soon comes night. For you devourers of pricing
Are in the meanest occupation, employing device
For fixing worth and for the speculation of value;
Stunted libels: this shorting against advancement.


Night-travelers, you wallowers in the deep workings
Of adversity, takers of advantage of those troubled
By debt and default. You'll be a cause of recessions
And depression; all done for gain and spiteful profit.


Live in dark night.  No Moon nor Sun shines for you.

Acorn

Sealed securely within its copper setting,
Burred cone flared slim to burrow down,
Flanges of tiny serrated teeth screwing;
Dies; is buried. By death is born an oak.

The Coming Storm

Bands of pink and purple slotted throughout with black
Show contours of crevices and crevasses in the clouds:
Thundering herd of roiling, boiling, blue-white, coming
To unfurl ominous flags of animosity, stripes and stars;
In lightning barred, advancing across the sodden plane.

Hologram

Broken lights, beamed in splitting parallel lines;
Twined accelerations, slowed into a stimulatory.


Bifurcation comes together, united in single spasm;
A twining stimulation that produces coherent sight:


Our universe floats unaided imprinted on The Mind.

Sources

Not from the poor and not from the dispossessed,
Nor the displaced, the homeless and the indigent;
But from the educated elite, does terrorism come.


Too often, public education is deceptive instruction;
A propaganda, propagated for a deceitful purpose:
To enslave minds of youth to be servants of State.


One objective of education is sophisticated expression.
It's never a fawning sycophancy of supinely deferring
To the trite phrases and the tired speech of politicians.

Sword and Shield

Your Jesus and Jehovah and your Allah too,
Whimpering deities, beggars for obeisance;
These are not the gods for men born free.


There's a thunder in the hills, steps of old gods.
I hear their foot-falls, and they resonate in me.


Credit and debit, you who've ledgered your bleak
Lives away; you shall not speak for we hard men.
We've our own voice and it shouts harsh and loud.


They that cover heads in the presence of the Sun
Cannot know what they're swaying or praying to.


After a long imposed silence, a prolonged absence;
Just a memory, a fading hope, barely remembered 
Of what happened when we lived in caves of cliffs.


Smothering, sucking, light-less caverns, robbed of air
When the fire-rocks fell from out of blackening skies.


Stones of Heaven, catapulting down, tumbled at Man
By an angry Sun; beginning an inception of a religion,
Of trembling awe and fear, a sword and shield of God.

Keeled

The world tips sideways and is upset;
Bottom-keeled, drawing sails in seas.


An amazement awaits us; a surprise,
And the world becomes amusement,


When things are seen upside-down.

Sleety Days

Sleety days, slippery and wet, December brings
An abdication; a rest, a taking back of ambition.


For modern sensibilities, sheared of long desires;
Betrayed by banks, by governments, by church:
Bureaucrats are ferrets sharpening their teeth.


Speculators and grafters, those users of others,
Control the courts and the high offices of state; 
Only misfortune and misery are sole employed:


Sleety days have come again to a sleazy nation.