Monday, January 1, 2024

Poem: Break

 

Break

 

what god to praise,

each locked in our own skin-fence,

heart a brew of solitary cauldron?

 

why these racked spheres

elongated on such frail necks?

 

fated to hide from truths

which loathe the absurd rubber

of the slippery face?

 

we destroy to eat, impose to breed, 

degrade to exist,

tangled in ivies of desire

while we trip across a knotted, strangled 

landscape of fear.

 

even those with eyes to see,

courage to break and suffer,

play queen so complicit,

coin and king.





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9/13/25...flipped back

1/28/24 ... more mods

1/4/24  ... transposed "king" and "queen"


2024.  The year fascism could take over the USA and the world.  ... trying to deal with how powerful hate becomes so quickly, once it is lit in the masses.  How it then controls us all, forces us to bow down on pain of torture.  Ultimate loss. 

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