Poem: Plato

 

 

Plato

 

a dented trowel, this tongue.

the story had fought back

with the sludge of mortar.

this tongue that had built this lie,

burden by burden,

refusal by refusal,

over a latticework of once fresh heart,

within uncharted skies now fallen, fossilized,

long-sunk remnants of a meteor blaze.

the only sledgehammer

was a lover who once

maybe still loved.  who once

maybe still danced with butterflies

galaxies off:  a lover

whose voice danced 

bird-tender-sotto-sparkle

with light.

and it was this fruit, these gardens,

the ripeness of such love, this lover,

which had trellised with

blossoms and vines of

sunsets and dawns to

crack the walls of the 

unintended cave.

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12/16/25

Cave metaphor from The Republic

Have some covid-like thing, plus 200 assignments to grade before xmas, can't afford doctor, timewise or money, no right to a doctor in the USA.  

Quote: If you bow down ...

If you bow down to fear and fear gains total control, backed by all-powerful technology, you create Hell itself.

https://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2025/10/one-of-worst-days-in-human-history.html 

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Poem: Mimes

 

Mimes

 

trees mime

the pain of what was lost.

 

they could have been left alone

to live and combine.

 

birds could have

supplied a robust pulse.

 

the wind might have strummed,

lush of balalaika.

 

not splintered guitars.

not cracked cellos.

 

but screechy saws keep moving the trees

to build pricey cubes.

 

humans and humans and humans 

grow to consume thrice as much.

 

can they feel the distant hum?

trembles from topples of distant tremors

 

in their bones?

 

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12/10/25 mods

My brother liked the book, Invisible Man, but this poem, in his honor, wasn't quite on topic.  Similar, though, in the invisibility.

Poem: Ads

 

Ads

 

flickering soothsayers,

conga lines of clowns on sprees,

 

half images,

sleights,

lewd phantasmagoria

 

whirlpooling to tapdance

 

and drag human eyes

through a sordid gyre—

 

as if we ‘consumers’

were victims of dangerous urges.

 

but really

 

we baptized ourselves

in this syrup,

 

this vomit of jingles

which twists unctuous as eels

 

through our infiltrated

minds.

 

 

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12/5/25 ... "unctuous" replaces "slippery"