5/9/2013
May Flowers, from April Showers
the day is Grey, and dark
clouds mask the sky
I watch Hannibal on TV
obscene corpses presented as art
drama appealing to the dark side of human beings
where are the screams of the politically correct?
where is the conscience of the network that uses
such beastly titillation in order to sell advertising ...
ten million Caligula’s Haunt our passages through this Age
sung to music by ten million Nero’s fiddling
the worst dreamers of Rome reborn
dance among us now
exposing themselves
like the flasher opening his raincoat
surprising us and taking delight in our
shocked faces
we, the strange mirror to their devices,
what do we reflect to their observation of us?
Should we kill them, knowing they play
us like a deranged new orchestra of mad serial voyeurs -
we the mouse - they the super intelligent cat
licking its paws, and staring into space
having forgotten the prior moment,
and waiting only for the next
ball of yarn - ball of human desire
waiting only to push our souls down into the
nasty smelling pail of kitty litter we call a brain ...
are Cats and Dogs actually domesticated,
or is it just human beings that have been trained
and had their animal nature seemingly castrated
We like to believe we are light only,
having so many clever ways of denying our
own dark hungers and actions ...
Do Saints and Guru’s really gain the highest,
or do they only stand on our drowning shoulders
like the sailors standing on each other trying
to reach the air above and live, while floundering in the sea
of civilization’s raging storms,
We forget that the beautiful tree in our yard
can only live because its roots go into the deepest
darkest places of the Earth, there to find food and water
for its buds and leaves and flowers ...
A gorgeous forest is also an underworld of tangled roots
and hard stones, and caves wherein the rodents thrive
with the worms - that strange creature with a face at
both ends, and which when cut to pieces just grows another ...
birds eat worms, and then fly in sunlit spaces ...
would you eat your own self-worms in order to fly?