[Poetry] cheshire

cheshire cat

pupation in its many forms
comes not just once
in life

swaddled in, by stages,
our innocence dread anxiety
we morph
spurting caustic fluid from our pores

insect evolution unexplained

sometimes we bloom greyscale
in gentle shades of nothing
extraneous gradations mark passing of
our time

others blossom crimson
sword directed outwards
damocles subverted
and held against our foes
staving off our fears with bigot’s rage

bitter/sweet is rainbow birth
roy biv’s candescent burst
as flavor-rich as bertie’s beans

a vivid sheen so double-edged
that angry popes and postal votes
leave stamps upon your soul
identity discussed behind closed doors

did they ever care to know?

strangers grin and ogle
pluck bits like jacarandas
trample on your self-esteem

till all that’s left of you
are cheshire teeth

[Poetry] interregnum II

Holy Roman Empire

II.
in dithmarschen
the danish men
got lost among the marshes

but they weren’t the only ones

these uncouth peasants would lure in ships
fat north sea cogs
on trading trips and then
and then
sunder them in brackish pools

cart away their cargo
plunder off their planks
steal stores and stockfish

brave peasants march from dithmarschen
that squabbled-over swamp

well.

you do what you can to survive
on the fringes of denmark

there’s not much
a peasant can do
on the fringes of denmark

when faced with the hansa and all
fell princes of denmark

[Poetry] interregnum I

Holy Roman Empire

I.
it’s been a while since
we had a king

this was a republic, once
lombard leagues arrayed
verse overweening emperors

in avignon
the pope lives on
a treasured guest of normans

these institutions made us what we are
charters guide
our civic pride
relentless slide to oligarchy

our boot-bound towns never cared
for much
really

they say otto won
at lichtenfeld
but the reichskammergericht lies empty

[Poem] 4 pillars

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Image credit HalTenny on DeviantArt.

always
shoot for the moon
even if you miss you’ll land among
the cold dead vacuum of space
where stars burn screaming

is asphyxiation my greatest fear
or society sucking my breath away
entombing it within four pillars
defined by negatives

1. values
your marriage, blasphemous
fem clothing disrespectful

2. growth
empty houses gather dust and interest
i’m sorry your payments were cancelled

3. truth
objection to objectiveness
i didn’t say that I never would
fake news

4. justice
welcome to your island getaway
Oz’s worst-kept secret
don’t drop your dignity on the way out

sequestered neath the surface
their scaly arms rub
flesh sloughing off in insincere waves

Rome went like this.
benevolence fell out of fashion with Aurelius
oh well
time still for smashed avo
on my toast

[Poetry] a royal vizier in ladytown

andersonville-chicago

Image credit: The Mash: Andersonville, Chicago

twisted
under blankets, untold stories fill the screen
we’re cuddled close to velveteen
(she smells faintly of onions)
implausible contortions of an old familiar tale

Ladytown looks nice this time of day

we didn’t have to go this way
up and down a street filled with salons and antiques
some cushy veggie eats
fluffy clothing stores less dear than home

Ladytown has parapets
a patio too many –
one patio is too many for castles such as these

we will live here, you and i + our little son
calcifer! lord of fire!
king of sinks

friendly dyed-hair waiter brings the drinks

sweet Ladytown brings friends and big v i b r a t i o n s
a tiptoe past a tulip station
full of soft pink phalluses

a song is just a dick dressed in sheep’s clothing

[Poetry] velveteen

rabbit_stuffed_animal_by_thomahawk1234

Image credit thomahawk1234 on Deviant Art

there’s an eye up in that lighthouse
baleful and blistering
insisting on surveillance of our
most petty ephemera

what’s your aesthetic?
nailed to the wall in shifting existential crises
this trip holds no surprises
for those cynical creatives
jaded by the rhetoric oozing down the wall

SPOOPY spelled in lacquered chunks

what’s your aesthetic?
invalidation and assault
don’t stop until we MAGA and force those suckers out
pussy grabbed and paid for
by our forefathers
wouldn’t they be proud to see our country standing tall?

SPOOPY drips and spatters on the wall

what’s my aesthetic?
same as anybody’s, anger
sharp shoulders, straightened back
gender abnormative disconformative liberal left-wing quack

I spread love irresponsibly
loom big above the bigots
embrace the 2am texts from a sexting supermoon

my aesthetic?
velveteen rabbit
wet fur clogging up the sink
and SPOOPY lettered out in goopy green

[Poetry] more about oceans

more about oceans

was it exciting to be on the seas
with bitter salt stinging your hair

trawling for treasure
on coasts of the main
with letters of marque
tight in hand?

Raiding ports, riding
on swells and crossed tides
laying out sweeps
aft and leeward

galley slaves beating on pendulous drums
shouts all around amidst broaching sound
cannons and men overboard!

we’re taking on water, my captain
don’t know how much longer we’ll last
as Brad said to Janet
when Furter began it
life’s pretty cheap to those chaps

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