Monday, March 29, 2010
The fowler with his snare seeks to trap the ignorant walking, eyes covered, ears closed. They trust their betraying flesh. They listen to it rumble allowing it to rise. The fowler sets his trap eagerly awaiting his prey. The lame crawling on his knees waiting for his change. Too ashamed to look up and live, to stand underneath the stains of the tree. He passes out, his mind in agony. Loosed and set free, he feels his leg, the hollow now made whole.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tea Party
The days are spent deceiving the ignorant, laughing at the disarmed, chanting after the proud and engaging the foolish. The vomit that fills the mouths of the wicked are now standing in vitrines on every corner. They spill over into the streets mopping up the innocent too blind to realize they are treading among bile. The stench of the waste permeating their garments now clinging to their weakened bodies. Too lazy to reason on their own and too poisoned to own their own minds they collide into one another mocking the caucus floating down at their feet.
The days are spent deceiving the ignorant, laughing at the disarmed, chanting after the proud and engaging the foolish. The vomit that fills the mouths of the wicked are now standing in vitrines on every corner. They spill over into the streets mopping up the innocent too blind to realize they are treading among bile. The stench of the waste permeating their garments now clinging to their weakened bodies. Too lazy to reason on their own and too poisoned to own their own minds they collide into one another mocking the caucus floating down at their feet.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Covered
The night slipped away like it had something to go hide.
Only time yet to come will uncover this moon's secrets.
When it's safe to utter what happened under it's watch.
Somehow it has remained hidden as if it was untrue.
The earth covers again allowing the fallen to ask for redemption.
In the meantime it covers, under the sun it still hides.
As if it has unfolded and made a place within.
It will remain swept away like the stars, ushered away at dawn.
It has asked for it's prints to be erased.
Only to be remembered by those who wake up owning the shame.
The night slipped away like it had something to go hide.
Only time yet to come will uncover this moon's secrets.
When it's safe to utter what happened under it's watch.
Somehow it has remained hidden as if it was untrue.
The earth covers again allowing the fallen to ask for redemption.
In the meantime it covers, under the sun it still hides.
As if it has unfolded and made a place within.
It will remain swept away like the stars, ushered away at dawn.
It has asked for it's prints to be erased.
Only to be remembered by those who wake up owning the shame.
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