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…


– K Poleet


“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

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


“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


“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

There’s no reason not to smile

There’s no reason not to smile,
yesterday’s tears have finally dried,
so scrub the windows till they shine;

yesterday’s pain is but the fizz in a soda pop,
pop once, then never again.

Tomorrow has its own pain, its own tears,
think on these things as you clutch your pillow,
close your eyes,
and say your prayers…

– K Poleet


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

Pray not for tomorrow

You look up from your dizzy insomnia;
out of nowhere there He is,
sitting across from you
like a motionless emotionless Ben Kingsley;
staring at you
with cold dead eyes.
Unblinking. Unforgiving.
Your palms, hot. sweaty.
Clench your useless fists
into half-filled pale green water balloons;
that thought in the back of your mind…
like swimming in quicksand…
what was it again?
There’s only one way to kill an idea…

– K Poleet

“Oblivion – what a blessing…for the mind to dwell a world away from pain.” – Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

Cadaverous clay

Warble warble quaver away,
trilly trilly yammer and quay;
velvety melody mewing a-sway,
ditty ditty cadaverous clay…
Frog-faced brier,
maladroit crier,
ventriloquist liar,
trunculated sire;
now I lay me down to sleep,
virgins, villains mocking-weep;
ozone-coppered clomping creep,
roll on down the rubbish-heap…

– K Poleet


“All religions are not the same. All religions do not point to God. All religions do not say that all religions are the same. At the heart of every religion is an uncompromising commitment to a particular way of defining who God is or is not and accordingly, of defining life’s purpose.” – Ravi Zacharias, Jesus Among Other Gods: The Absolute Claims of the Christian Message