Category Archives: philosophical

CLOSED

CLOSED

everyone
is an unreliable narrator

third person
omniscient
does not cut it
any more

open ending, minimal
the sense of closure

and yet
the world is closed
the walls shifting inwards

maybe it is your brain
contracting its sphere of power

maybe it is that
we are all trapped in
a prison simulation

literal
metaphoric

who knows the code words
for our liberation?

so far
and no further

in this supposed dawning
of Aquarius I think I have
been
a character in
this sorry tale beyond the human

capacity to
survive and thrive

AS IT SO HAPPENS

AS IT SO HAPPENS

as it so happens
the Church and State
are both
outraged

the Sun and Moon
have begun to
tango begun
to samba

and some devil drunk
on tequila
is in the vestry
demanding communion
damanding absolution

quoting from a mash-up
of Neruda’s sublime Cantos
and visionary
holy books

and all are aghast
having booked their places
these
sons and daughters

not a tatter between them
no missing thread

and thus
in assued completeness
remain well aware

that devil on tequila becomes
devil in tequila becomes
democratic
host of devils that
bring decorum down

become god of thd people
hacked to pieces and
resurrected
become
the bones
of the philosophers doomed

until the end
of argument
to host
perpetual return

NARC

NARC

beautiful planet

so we
can expect narcissism
everybody
     overdosing on blue

smoking thick cloud

but now
        like a battered football
a bit sore
  about its looks

sad for the planet
        sure it is has its own
ideal of
    something to which
                 it once

so
   tragically aspired

PYGMALION

PYGMALION

the gods pitied Pygmalion
his love for his statue
(so nubile under
his fingers),
her reflected love for him

decided to bring them.together,
enshrine in marble

make
their love immortal,
permanent

aching to embrace forever
inching closer each
millennium

a tale with enough true
sadness for
our age

though the fable
Iives
inspires in
different form

secure in
its impossible irony

THEY

THEY

they papered over the cracks
until there was only paper
the whole wall
was wallpaper
steadily depreciating
but as of now
worth a ton

but so much
focus on the paper
we were told
to forget about doors
forget about windows
forget about foundation
forget
about structure

and then
they wrapped all
our joys in
smothering, swaddling paper

killing them off
telling us
out with
the old in
with the new

and loss of our joys
pleasures and
freedoms

part of the
new beauty
wealth of
our trajectory

purpose of life reconceived for all