Payback For Favor Owed
Heart's jacked up
To demon speed rpm's;
Manic panic on rollerblades
For a destination
Holding most hope
For successful capture
Of a responding voice
To a street row call;
Reward for effort
Bathed in tireless optimism.
Deep into gangster's paradise,
The land of childhood graduates;
Fortunate survivors who refused
To kiss their asses goodbye;
The precinct where adequate functioning
Listed as an endangered species;
Where remaining alive
And unincarcerated
Was called winning.
A stone's throw
from where I stood;
The merch fencer's digs,
Where the damned get a discount
From bare arms
Used as canvass
For state pen ink.
She looked on,
Half way to dumb wonder;
A respectable attempt
At mimicking the glaze
Of some out-of-touch trainwreck babe.
A favor I owed her mother
Brought me smack-middling
Danger's predatory cross-hairs;
This lost lamb's mum;
My last year's savior
With the bail money
And a face full of concern.
When recognition
Of my being there,
Her care package in street skates,
Found its way in,
Her skinny arms yanked
From the support beam
Staying the condemnation wrecking crew
Perhaps, for another year.
This near-the-end-of-its-days
Gang-banging land mark
Garnered a rep
For being her home
Away from unhappy home;
A spot made familiar
By a history filled
With the many other days
Unbearable events
Would send her running away.
Planet's Welcome To The 100th Monkey
Years later after the ninety-ninth,
Tribal shouts
cracked our world open wide
That let the one hundredth monkey out;
Subject of beloved fabled prophecy.
Making soft wax
Of the hard hearts of men,
He arrived
On a miracle of human will's dreams.
It was too critical
That sooner
Would bring him quicker
Than later
To reach perfect percentage
Critical mass desperately needs,
Accomplishment
Of our tipping point glory
Was the proudest
Our planetary citizenry could boast.
With all said and done,
In whisper's happy cry,
It left
Leaving not one single eye dry.
Baby sprouts
Of human community
Sprung where the lasts gasps
Of Corporate skull duggery
Made their deep wounds of damage
Like any previous visit
From inhuman savage.
Unquestioning evidence
Of Dawn's arrival;
A testament
Of clear declaration
That this be no empty claim.
The flags of nations burned
Along side celebratory fires
On beaches
Of joy abundantly paved;
No mourning took place
During necessity's trial,
Sentencing,
And condemnation's commencement;
A poetic smoke signal
Of this patriot demise.
The friends' disguise
Of a friend's enemies
Became butterfly-light aether condensate,
Transforming the rude opaque
To cleansing transparency.
Countenances
Became Partridge Family pure;
Humanity
Now united in contentment's ideal form;
This family
With new wine skin
Fashioned lives in accordance
With freedom's kind cadence,
Dictating love's construction choices
For homes
Where doorways stayed open
Lacking locks
Or hiding place security system alarms.
Melodies sang
From work's happy pounding
On anvil with hammer,
The dear tradesmen's tools
Of blacksmiths
Appearing from a millennial past.
For the age of this career
Has made splendid resurrection
True to historical biblical narrative,
The glorious task
Of beating violent swords
Into ploughshares
For Age's gentle man's hands.
This was now reality's Golden Child
Lovingly pushed by angelic hands
On whose seat
was goose down soft,
A notable feature
Of Heaven's swing.
What better gesture could any imagine
From a workmen's desire
To thank our fortune,
The flood of Good's peace
Now covering our planet's
Now happy earth,
Amen and amen.
Prankster's Kiss
When we met
I found a mouth warm and soft
But her tremulous smile
Sat not well on her lips.
Eyes blinked under bangs
Curled by rain and sweat
Like the metronomic thumps
Of busy wipers on the windshield.
Ragged breathing
And soft mewling
Announced she was pleased.
My world dwindled
'til there were only the two of us;
Two reflections
Of two shimmering trees
Writhing on a lake's surface.
This darling trickster
Made her acquaintance
By distorting,
Not illuminating,
All things that she touched:
She,
A shadow among shadows,
Obscured by mist and rain.
Earned grace
Granted me recognition
And at once
I turned away.
A satisfied denial
Of this grim specter's existence.
Puzzled
Towering King Koan leans
As he stands on the unanswered
To the curious Empire's state,
Building flowers in their planters.
In the waves of its wake
And necessary to their solving
The questions
On their brave quest
Repetition's constant moving;
A make-shift mantra mutiny,
A pirate pirates meaning
To what it is they're feeling.
And end resolve's futility;
How it never ends,
Never-ending longevity,
Is the removing
Of the Then
From all statements with an If.
All settings set to 'normal',
'Loop' keeps from edge's cliff;
Tireless run-on sentence;
A blessing and a gift.
Befuddled were the citizenry,
No fine sand there to sift;
Superhero Superman
Really never was God's gift.
How can it be?
How are they able
To stuff big stuff into little stuff;
The huge into the tiny?
Goldilocks's paradoxes;
Look closely for the middle;
It isn't really all that tough
To find her and her fanny
Sitting in the middle
Behind curtains, behind doors.
Answers in strange runes;
Come popping to the 'fore.
