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