Eyes and Ears

Fools and Kings

Where were you when you heard the news?
Were you watching Fox or CNN?
Making love with the one you adored?
Or was the cruciality something you ignored?

Well I was at the Ferguson,
a strange mix of foreign politics and friends,
when I heard the king yet still reigned.
Hope yet remains while the king remains.

The Fashion Mistake of a Large Woman

It strains the seams,
pulling the material
beyond repair and
recognition.

The jelly seeps
overboard like
survivors escaping
to safer shores.

The effort that she
must take, squeezing
those things where they
cannot fit, it is

an incredible, nay,
a Herculean feat.
And what’s the point?
They’re just shoes…

Amber Ignorance

The amber afternoon
through the eyes of
the Devil’s dew.

Bluer than blue
in the eyes of
the grey barrier.

The talkings
of that specifically
ignorant, free zone.

Imagine if,
imagine if;
what if?

It’s theory and
music and
never in beers. *

The Old Man

The sun rises and falls
while a man past respectable
years drives his motorbike
from the parking lot. A
silver knight? No,
just the homeward bound
carriage of always. *

Nought but Gods

The Gods are before us,
our vision is smeared by power.
We hear their thund’rous call as
power is bombarded upon the senses.

They are the leaders to be seen,
the leaders to be heard, they are
those of and for promises of life.

They define our lives, the lives of our
children, wearing jeans and power ties.

But everybody shits.

Reflect

Which way do they drive;
left, right, forwards or back?
I am confused by reflection.

This is not something new;
the physical strangeness of the world
has always been queer to me.

Of course, you can’t say that now;
political correctness dictates a new
torrent of crap, more insulting than before.

Which way goes the world?
Up, down, forward or back?
I am confused by reflection.

The King: Cold & Alone

Frail and lonely
in his golden years,
his children
leave him be.
See, he chose
his heart a long
time ago, and
it lay with flesh,
not blood. His
love had order,
and his heirs
were below;
now his sad state
is alone.
He chose a
girl’s heart over
his own flesh
and blood,
but she is gone.
Now the king
rests at his throne,
shiv’ring ‘midst July
sun. Alone, he
has given up
his son.