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Archives for March 2012

vista blister

7 March 2012 by Jason

in the glitter.
under the bright lights.
these electrons that glimmer.

this glittering
that is not gold.

big smiles in blue shirts.
the new fascist fashion?

he pushes black buttons
and raises
an eyebrow.

i raise one too.

he tells me it’s my fault
that the binary is
ornery.

no.
it is my fault
i am ornery
but it’s a lack of
jobs
that this apple
rots at the core.

there are a billion
reasons
why work has become
shoddy.

the profit margin
makes the prophet
grin.

and my teeth
grind
like an asian
grindstone.
grinding visions
into dust and
sandy wafers.

this glitter that
is fool’s gold.

this harbinger
of disaster.

my pound of flesh
wasted.

my time wasting
as idiot grins

and they’re tagged
as geniuses.
savants with the emphasis
on idiot.

but that’s unkind.

after all it is my fault.

the worm turns
a profit moat
now a mote in my eye.

blinded by all that
glitters
scarring my cortex
an uneasy feeling
a vortex
in my bowels.

the bitter taste of
fool’s gold.

perhaps now is the time
to fold.

perhaps the number 7
speaks of heaven.
a wider more stable
vista?

Filed Under: fire

choking cold

5 March 2012 by Jason

overnight
the angels laid down a blanket.

it was thick
cold and covered the world
with sleep.

like thieves
in the middle of the night.
they covered the world
with oblivion
and the heart sighed
shivering
in a rickety cage.

the sky was as gray
as old man winter’s beard.

and the old trees
with skeletal bark
shivered under a white
shoul fingers shaking
at heaven.

overnight
the world was forgotten
and the sun died
behind inky blackness.

forgotten we travelers
skipping along the milky way
a frozen rock speckled
with crawling ants.

overnight
ice crystals grew
like white iron fillings
along my mother’s womb
and we were tossed at the
icy doorstep of heaven
covered with a frozen blanket.
muzzled with
the choking cold.

Filed Under: earth

fiery cold

4 March 2012 by Jason

cold hands and warm heart
or cold heart and fiery hands.
warm hearthside fire.

Filed Under: body

sun swing

2 March 2012 by Jason

100 suns shine.
a smear of baby blue skies
and the world swings up.

Filed Under: fire

remember when

1 March 2012 by Jason

remember when.
remember when we were young
and life was a big easter egg hunt?

remember when.
remember when
we used to share secrets
and giggle for no reason?

remember when we were both
young and the sun was the
colour of our hair?

remember when.
remember when
small bare feet slapped
against hot sand?

when we threw ourselves
at the world with abandon

and we were caught?

remember when.
remember when
we’d fight over bunk beds
and make forts with thread
bare sheets?

when prized possessions
were twigs and grass
stones and sea shells?

remember when.

remember when.
remember when
you was all i ever needed?

us against the world.
we were warriors
wiry wiggly giggly warriors.

remember when.
remember when
life was freshly mowed lawn
and rolling beaches
and frothy surf?

remember when.
remember when
we rode our bikes
out to the horizon
just because we could
and we chased the moon
back home?

remember when.
remember when
we were small
but our hearts and
smiles were big?

when we traded cards
and played marbles
and lived in awe
of ants and shongololos?

remember when.
remember when
the sky was our canopy
bikes our chariots
and hills our castles?

remember when.
remember when
we owned the world
and we shared it with everyone?

what happened then?

Filed Under: fire

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