Month: Feb 2013
There were no leaves on the tree
Bare branches glanced before my eyes
No flowers there that I could see
Nothing there for my surprise
There was no light from the sky
No stars were shining in the blue
No matter how much I try
Dark looms in everything I do
If I see or hear the word “Awesome” being misused again, I think I’ll scream! It has become another word hijacked into trivialisation by the prevailing one-inch-deep mentality. The Milky Way is awesome. The Aurora Borealis is awesome. An active volcano is awesome. The opening chorus of J.S. Bach’s B minor Mass is awesome. An ice cream is *not* awesome. #1 in the Top Ten is *not* awesome. The new line of Maybelline mascara is *not* awesome. Your new jeans are *not* awesome. Geddit?
And so these soresome feet have turned their heels on this cold land
(though cold is not used merely to describe the mercury
but also as a measurement of mind and hearts
which I can only now describe as bland).
For never have I felt such ice brush by me
yet not melt at finely chosen words and deeds.
No knight can find a horse to ride in glaciers
or darkness hiding out in hazy midnight suns
and penile breastshaped guns which smile and say
‘Come suck me then I’ll shoot you in your face’
and not regarding chivalry as something even worthy to be said
this poetboy has cried and died shed many skins and bled.
It seems there is a gulf between their smiles and gift —
a gashed and bloody rift —
which hangs unspoken
always blind unwoken
never boldly broken
shoulder chiply moulded
by the unforgiving wind which only blows from
northern graceless firlined
endless faceless frozen darkly wastes.