Poetry: November 3, 2008

Vesuvius,
Your day time meadows make the night
Shadows real, and what of what of truth
The night conceals, will by break of twilight
Congeal and convince the swifts that
A stork cannot grant birth, to what would
Strangle it by numbers while stealing from the earth
Stamping out the phoenix’s fire while whittling down his worth.


And would those barrons who 
Have raped us and girded us 
With tenderloin affection savaged from 
The ‘smiths’ ‘outwording’ us, the we 
Who would wait for programming, 
New red ink tattoos, fancy monogramming 
But whistling Dixie just the same, these carpetbaggers 
Stole our lots while binding us in a numbers game.


THE MARCH OF CHARLATANS WALKS THIS WAY 
THE HORSES HAVE BEEN RELEASED FOR THE DAY 
AND THE CLOWNS ARE IN COURT DEFENDING THEIR PATERNITY 
AND FOR WHAT SEEM LIKE AN ETERNITY, WE LOST TRACK OF TIME 
WHILE BASKING IN OUR VANITY, AND BLUFFING, WHILE PUFFING 
CHEST CAVITY FIST PUMP, TOUCHDOWN INSANITY! 
AND IT SEEMS THAT NOW WE WILL GO FOR TWO 
WHILE HOUSES OF MERCY ARE FALLING LIKE BRICKS 
WHOSE FOUNDATIONS WERE UNDERMINED, 
AND FUNDED BY MATCHSTICKS.


AND IF THE DOGS VOMIT WHERE ONCE THEIR ANCESTORS BLED 
IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN SAID, THAT AT LEAST THEY WEREN’T 
CONSISTENT AND POSSESED OF THEIR HEAD, BONES LEAVE 
SCARS THAT TREE BRANCHES SWIPE AND PASS AMONG THEMSELVES 
AS LIKE VARICOSE STRIPE AND READ FROM THEIR GNARLY STUBS 
THE CHANCES OF ESCAPE AT NIGHT FOR THE WEARY, THE UNDERFED 
AND THE ORPHANS WHO ARE TEARY, AND DISENCHANTED NEWLYWEDS 
WHOSE VEILS HAVE LOST THEIR LACE. CLEARLY WHAT WAS ONCE THREAD 
HAS UNLEASHED ITS SPIDERS UPON THE FACE.


SANITY 
BECOMES INSANITY 
WHEN VANITY 
IS CHOSEN OVER 
SANITY


At Pimlico 
I saw her stain 
As she stood inside 
A weathered face 
Stretched by withered 
Glances glazed by gain, 
While neon afterthoughts 
‘buzzed’ off and on. 
A cauldron she used 
For a hat, a bat beneath 
Her shoulder, and for a purse, 
The skull of her money lender. 
It were hard to tell the gender 
But (worse), you could tell by its startled 
Cracked head, that they’d disagreed 
On terms of surrender.


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MILANO 3rd NOVEMBER 2008
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