Clouds

I always hate when people stare at clouds
And make believe there’s really something there,
While all the while they smile and waste the day,
Collecting memories the rain will soon erase.
They go about their lives in constant hope,
Like Sisyphus they greet the morning sun:
Today will be the day I’ll make it stay!
The hopefuls chant a child’s melody.
But toil and sweat and faith won’t change the facts,
As racing hamsters will attest to truth.
The springtime wind will mercilessly march,
Then turn and stare down at the dreaming throng;
And as the duel is ready for the off,
I’ll don my hat and bow my head in shame.

– K Poleet

“The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement–but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.” – Joseph Conrad, Under Western Eyes

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

Dried butterfly wings

You really think
you can climb inside
a time machine
and make all your mistakes
just disappear?
Take the easy way out,
your soda pop whispers;
take the easy way out…
but, no,
said the face in the mirror,
for this is your destiny,
dried butterfly wings,
your bright, shining destiny,
and there is no easy way out…

– K Poleet

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