i know you my friend.
your silver tongue cup of wine.
devil in details.
earth angel
angel from heaven
another trip around earth.
peace is with you here.
dark nights
it’s the little things.
the smiles and the soft kind words
that warm on dark nights.
vista blister
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?
choking cold
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.
fiery cold
cold hands and warm heart
or cold heart and fiery hands.
warm hearthside fire.