The Revolving Door ~ Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Wisdom always learns lessons the hard way
happiness ephemeral as a dream
anxiety from memories passes
time lasts a moment, never long to stay

I revolve, a storm-door, I create flow

knowledge burdens responsibility
nothing but action walks across a beam
obligations to others, the masses
windows to experience fly open

obscene, without originality
remarkably not so remarkable

heaven and hell between pendulum swings
angels and demons dance on a cable
visions of naked queens in sable stings
electric from anus to brain, women

castrate every reject, circumcised toys
over and over, round and round, I spin
metaphysical conceits for John Donne
elegant women offer joy to boys

transparent in ethics, into men grow
obscene children, as they begin to show

understanding, the game is afoot, John
nothing gets by the detective, begin
demonstrating wisdom, never much fun
elegant women in sable show wit
resort to satire swiftly or be gone
sift through memories, never to return
take a moment to breathe, the grains of sand
anxiously fall, the hourglass must learn
nothing remains of joy, unless, at hand
descend, I fall into a vipers' pit

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Beat the Whites with the Red Wedge ~ Friday, May 30, 2025

Professor Miłosz answered my question reserved with but one word, 'Daimonion' obligations to respond to students forgave him for reflux indigestion ever more witty than a Cheshire cat such a response like peeling an onion strange to hear what inspires a profound sense of history and philosophy, deep rivers flow to offer one time at bat Moments come and evaporate, to seize in my youth the mystery of being łodzianin , The Promised Land , a breeze of less than fresh air blows mortals fleeing socialism into the deepest sleep ziemia obiecana , what does this mean answers in his History unfold time nothing escapes Polish Literature save for the Catastrophe , the unseen wisdom, impossible to grasp, then guides experience through right and wrong, as crime removes the stain of corruption, unsure existentialists adopt Marxism despite the deep divide taking both sides music to post-Stalinist ears, the Thaw yet, thirty-five years later, with the Fall questions of ...
Read more

σωφροσύνη ~ Tuesday, June 24, 2025

ὁρίζων κύκλος Not every book I pick up is worthwhile only the ones that make me smile, I read the whole feed from start to finish, I wish every book ran with me mile after mile verily, I read what I can, I scan each week, the shelves at the bookstore, the need readily without argument to dish yet another novel, hell-bent with lust burning a hole in my wallet, a fan of world literature, there is no cure only snake oil, the quackery of fraud kill me before blindness makes my mind pure Imagine, I could fly with just a gust picks me up off the ground but loaded down in my backpack, a library, the wind cannot lift this flying squirrel, quarrel kindly, or not at all, so small and brown under the weight of the world, an ocean presents schools of fish as knowledge, rescind intelligence for ignorance, barrel stock full of dill pickles, to munch and crunch worth the sea in salt, is it all my fault or as bananas travel in a bunch reasons become black and blue by default travel on occasion makes e...
Read more

The Ascendant ~ Tuesday, July 1, 2025

I am in no way, shape, or form a lamb a lion, a wolf, or a hawk, a snake maybe but I agree with just one claw in the air, raised high to the sky, a clam not so fast, my life might not last so long not so long as others, just a half-baked old world hare-brained pipe dream to break the law work until I die, no retirement scheme ask for help, assistance, play a sad song yet, what do I care, already I feel so tired, this life, so absurd, I try how I try to make sense, nothing is real arbitrary, intangible, I cry pitiful tears in pain, explain the dream explain mythology, explain science objects to structure the chaos in mind restructure history, present the lies facets on a diamond, adjust the fence old tariffs raised, raise prices, raise the bar raze past events, the truth as lies, I find maybe buried in a shallow grave, spies ancient forms of oppression, I present language as a tool to describe the scar ask me not to perform a miracle millions will seek a cure, a ...
Read more