Nominally normal
generations of degenerates
germinating
Again
and again
and again.
Wild seeds
dispersing freely
without preconception
Replacing the complacent
With the unconstrained
The river is never the same
and neither are we.
I promised you nothing
and I promptly delivered
exquisitely forged
wrapped in leftovers
from the Emperor’s new robes
You remain unhappy
hungry with expectation
in the same way my cat
greets each morning
full of purring and rubbing
mewling to have
your emptiness filled
I promised you nothing
and you promptly begged
for just a little bit more
offering me nothing in return
The truth is
your honey nothing
is better than mine.
broken before dawn
I scramble two eggs
softly to perfection
touch of sea-salt
pinch of black-pepper
buttered dark rye toast
chewing old memories
wondering why I sleep
alone in a king-size bed
green tea bitter burns
across my ancient tongue
soothing this heart ache.
Days ago I died –
not literally of course
otherwise these dazed words
would never dared
arisen at all.
yet here it is as still born truth
Figuratively
– then if pedantically you insist –
I expired inside my mind
– deep down inside –
my soul imploding black hole
quantum singularity replacing
what little did exist as
mindful reality
I remain entombed beneath
layers of pretense
shielding you from these facts
heed then this warning:
Do not scrape the patina
for it will only release
sulfuric gases of my decay
Save your self
for I am already gone.
ceramic
gift from my mother
gathers dust
***
birds singing
outside my window
spring sunlight
***
melting snow
uncovers treasure
left by dogs
***
broken rake
leans against my shed
autumn leaves
***
seasons change
faster than we can
remember
It was a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day. I missed a few. Here is one to end the month.
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