Call the Carpenter

Forever a Carpenter ‘neath the lowing sky,
in my mind’s eye, you can see yet not be seen;
seems it’s not yet the sleeping scene…
In search of lost time, a Black Plague carrier costs one thin dime,
but just this once, mass-murder’s not really a crime;
dark skies closing in on the devil’s clever sin,
incarcerated martyrdom, don’t play dumb with me,
hand on my heart I salute the Brute with pride;
all the pansies and chrysanthemums hide
with dinosaurs and dime-store whores,
quartz crystal candlesticks sweep slick sickly fizzlesticks;
so, please play hide-and-seek with me for all eternity,
hold me, hug me, never tell me the truth;
like sand falling from my fingers, moist-lipped kisses linger,
a symphony of sympathies full of inconsistencies;
call the Carpenter a transcendental mental case, just in case…

– K Poleet

“No,” said Godfrey, with a keen decisiveness of tone, in contrast with his usually careless and unemphatic speech—”there’s debts we can’t pay like money debts, by paying extra for the years that have slipped by. While I’ve been putting off and putting off, the trees have been growing—it’s too late now. Marner was in the right in what he said about a man’s turning away a blessing from his door: it falls to somebody else.” – George Eliot, Silas Marner

Five Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves.
Send her away
Send her away, get her out of my sight,
Bellows the New Colossus.
A storm’s a-brewin’
A storm’s a-brewin’, so throw the dark brown dog out the window
before it’s too late,
they’re not gonna wait much longer
soon you’ll see all our fears come true.
What’s one more lost soul
now our ambition’s so close!
Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves…

– K Poleet

“America has been dealing with the problem of illegal immigrants ever since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock.” – K. Poleet

Again

Wild ripping wind, roaring wicked beast;
planet born of sin, sacrificial feast,
nature’s catastrophic rage unleashed.
Trees and homes and stop signs crumble like brittle little twigs.
Mercy? No hope this storm brings…
Crashing, thrashing
fearsome force unfurled,
my God, my God, it’s the end of the world!

And just as fast
the tempest passed;
bloody, broken, every breath a slice of screeching pain;
as she cringed in the corner, no love remained.

He was sorry, said he’d never do it again…

Again…

– K Poleet

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“Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?” ― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

Bugs and slugs

It rained earlier tonight,
now the bugs and slugs and other nasties
are creeping and crawling about;
it’s the newness of fright
that pushes and tugs at your darkest fantasies,
yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.

It’s like ’66 at Wembley,
there’s a limp gimp making amorous advances,
a cause without a clause advances,
with all its technical advances
like a sticky cherry lollipop in your pocket

It’s the newness of the shrewdest scion around
twisting and turning the world upside-down
don’t try that shit in my little town
R.I.P. Michael Brown…

– K Poleet

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“America has been dealing with the problem of illegal immigrants ever since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock.”

I look to the wondrous night sky

I look to the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond;
perhaps I’m not as far away as they say,
maybe there’s no “there” there, after all;
something outside hides the way,
prevents me from hearing the call.

I look to the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond;
hope is a baby crying for candy
while suckling on mother’s breast –
nothing more;
fear and love war in my soul,
there is no victor,
but the battle takes a dreadful toll.

I look to the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond;
like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement,
my perception is dim,
nothing more than a whim;
faces pass in the crowd,
I smile, move on,
onward, never resting, till journey’s end;
and friendless on that last day,
I die alone…

– K Poleet

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“Only Nixon can go to China.” – Vulcan proverb

Foxes have holes

Foxes have holes, and birds have their nests,
I’m pretty sure we all know the rest;
conquering hero, our very own Nero,
fire and blood all over the place.
Did she deserve it?
what do you think…
Your stink covers multiple sins,
you cheated your way to multiple wins,
millions of victims all over the place.
We all bow down
to the king on his throne,
throwing lightning bolts at his beloved.
But what about our beloved?
what do you think…
Foxes have holes, and birds have their nests,
I’m pretty sure we all know the rest…

– K Poleet

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“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.” – Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

Justice?

She gorked less than an hour ago,
but I still haven’t cried;
condemnation compensation?
Blow me…
Lux Aeterna
squat thrust
Lux Aeterna
squat thrust…
She’d always led a clichéd life,
but this is quite a twist;
relatively relevant?
Blow me…

– K Poleet

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“What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.” ― Denis Diderot