Poems

Cynicism

She said cynicism! Too much cynicism.

Every second poem is an aphid in the rose.

I don't know what cynicism is.

Perhaps I should go through the book,

Delete some cynicism

And make the planet pretty,

Call the volume “Arcady”.

Tear out Egypt, Syria,

The Lord's Resistance Army,

Gun control (there isn't any),

Homophobia,

The Taliban, Republicans,

The swift decay of art,

The absence of all music -

And write about tattoos.

8-29-13

Dislikes

It's tragic to dislike someone

That everyone dislikes.

But to feign affection

Makes the situation worse.

8-29-13

 

The Secret

Following the blast

And subsequent collapse,

A single wall was standing.

Did Jesus spare me that?

I never told the heinous bitch

That I wrote poesy.

Had I, I can hear the words

So typical of her.

“That's silly. You are 29.”

Forever in my head.

From Olympus pompously pronounced.

She's dead. She didn't say it.

However Doctor Kelly

Nailed me with a sack

Of concrete shit -

“It's so poetical!”
Acerbic and sardonic and contempt!

Her bullet tore the flesh away.

Wounded, I still write.

Both of them are gone,

But it is always yesterday.

8-30-13

A Bad Moment

No one's strong,

And no one knows the answers.

Guru, preacher, shrink or cop!

Most of us keep going.

Though everything will perish in the end.

Psychiatrists get paid for doing nothing.

Cops and judges do not give a damn.

Mommies have their motives.

Sometimes daddies love.

Not everyone is zeroed in

On self-perpetuation.

8-30-13