better late than never oh well
a belated poem from the ghost of weeks past
was trying for 7-11 but got derailed and stuck in a ditch
ditched the sectioning last minute, too
the inventors: a bare redemption
“yippee-ki-yay” notes
from a blue napkin
dedicated to bob
zimmerman, bella, and life
AKA: Tangled UP in Poop
(rough and final draft)
children of great men
knowing full well
the values
of hard-won liberties
fought and died for
by the promised
courageous cousins
abraham’s distant stars
kith and kin
of sarah’s isaac
gifted by laughter
ishmael, the other
wild and strange
sons of keturah
constructed to be mighty
gentle jacob
who sweetly stirs the stew
even red and savage
brother esau
now all clean men
of the covenant, keepers
of their first father’s
sacred oath
2000 years it took
to get back here
it was given
never to be compromised
by hesitation or fear
soul siblings, descendants
and compatriots
deserving of honor
and praise
born to retake
and come to possess
this lofty empire
of the new moon
a reserved republic
of their very own
dispersed nation shielded
from all shame, under
a shining name
in her recent
most happy world
suddenly he knocks
angels once asleep
buried beneath
billions of years
of driven construction
are now terrified
and becoming...
furiously, wide awake
knowing full well
in their upcoming
reckless acts
of violent abandon
that they will come
to own it
they have been
selected to receive
and will win over
this tired servant
the trembling spiritus
runs and scatters
landing twice-baked
abandoned looks
but lady lazarus will return
after getting some help
of her own
she recollects
then realizes, she has
but one shot
for a first impression
must send good cheer
but also sees, eyes
wide open
only to be scared stiff
into walking
like an egyptian
onto the sands...
of the moon
she is half
african princess
half female slave
daughter of voodoo
doctors and rambam
she will become
a dirty nun
they have been born again
and carried off
into fragmented space
through the sculpted arms
of armored knights
from jacob’s round table
sentinels on the watch
always looking out
to protect and serve
those sworn in by red
and black pledges
keepers of the holy grail
children now grown
are playing
in private movie theatres
and luxurious
fancy white schoolyards
frequenting supermarkets
on another level
they are shooting
cosmic guns
with magic bullets
igniting freedom’s fireworks
fashioned from mendeleev’s
annexed table, sporting
a cornucopia
of fanciful and fantastical
state-of-the-art bonds
inherited by a new
and fitting, most worthy stock
this wandering brood
of brave-hearted children
finally freed, are found
morbidly celebrating
their own staccatoed suicides
and the ensuant
desired piled death
of discrete, individuated
independent flesh
it is replaced
through perpetual rebirth
with a planted rejoinder
each first fettered in its own
iron graveyard prison
for seminal generations
of the ghosts
of dead citizens
those helping
their hosting homelands
a phantom protection
of the peoples’ heritage
proud recorded lineage
of all participants
in this best
ever-fixèd marriage
of language, and thought
mental manifestations
of only the truest minds
but who, if anyone
will capture the flag?
this stuff of mighty gods
progressively being pursued
since first two paths
split up on a slumbering mirage
has been eagerly gathered
by crude tradesmen
and excavated in chunks
for centuries and more
to suit all purposes
of man
exotic rocks are extracted
and now being trafficked
by governments which wield
concealed skeletal keys
of chemicals to be revealed
to double-folded doctors
degreed in their field
exploring promethian fires
zealously guarded by the shield
down to para-phds running
private labs which will yield
deductive melees
from dmitri’s table
of elements
results of new masses
mixed-up lands
conductive experiments
paranoid tests consummating
counseled hypothesis
all this requiring evermore
research and analysis
plying mythic golds loosed
from imaginative lands
like mapping oceanic waves
pounding rocks into sands
processing flows
charting diagrams of the mine
perpetually honing to purify
then refine, continually creating
rearranging everything
in its time, stuff recomposed
reconfigured and redesigned
fully reformed, until ultimately
the inventors can help find
a new culture
of successful synthesizers
for the curious mind
like help for a future baby
seeking a new womb
wastelands of stubborn soil
are duly blasted, forging
empty hollows
for seeds to be sown
nurtured, watered
and then grown, first etched
into a cultivated collection
of poisoned roses which faultered
borne in time, in their seasons
out of poisoned waters
out of their multitudes
of dripping shells, all beaten
by stormy rains, each bearing
fresh new fruits from sailing sons
who wrestled with G-d
and won, they will traverse
these time-worn seas, to reap
out of all the wheat required
a bounty of harvests
from endless swarths
of history’s most abundant
heavenly fields
together, they flood
all memory
with beneficent grace
for those who still remain
left behind, diluvian
sole survivors
at the edge of time
who begrudgingly
will comply
and are compelled to sing
as though a cure
yea tho’ now they, too
are sightless
for the shadows
of that floating rain cloud
still hovering
over lost visions
of uncharted futures
entrusted to those
for whom it was written
still fighting in darkness
for this cosmopolitan
smite, pioneers
on the frontiers
of universal classical spaces
not of common land
cosmos’s hidden gems
for revolutionaries
who demand
from their loyal nation
these glowing treasures
towards which they have
been flung
engulfed in the flames
of abiding fires
eternally harnessed
torn asunder
by the cracked frosts
of burning ice
subjecting them
to this furnace
supercharged missiles
rich in weight
and darkly toxic
are powered up
then faithfully fired
into the returning ark
cushioned on all sides
by sunless skies
which are now
in their wake
sleepily watching
these scorned rebel fliers
rockets of long-deserted
flavored celestial flesh
cemented in stone
instructions guilded
into our gentle genes
fiercely controlled
and copiously copied
since the origin
of the genesis
of the consciousness
of one G-d, painstakingly
packed away
by fortune’s sages
pairs well-preserved
like so many
hermetically sealed jars
of antique pomes, locked
in a central underground
sink of a most trampled
and forgotten earth
shared throughout
the further development
of mankind
from land to land
and man to man
they reveal a once
abounding attic
couched atop
a noble global house
not of this world
solemn confidences
at long last uncovered
by brown, well-tanned
good news archaeologists
are disclosed
for these once sun-struck
yea, sun-scorched
omni voyagers
who dig, unceasingly
in their seasons
in their ancient gardens
passing over, across, under
and through the bitter
unleavened
dry, cracked grounds
of a now almost
wholly paved, conjoined
empyreal empire
being handed back
from israel’s first fathers
letter by letter
like a family jewel
or closely guarded pride
passed from generation
to generation
they have tumbled
down a watchful
observant
streaming alphabet chain
opening new doors
even those
flying false flags
shoring her own
spanish secrets
it has all been dutifully
tucked away, never
to recede fully
and die, but skillfully
embedded, amongst the soft
velvet grasses which blow
with the breezes
coarsely threaded
into its earth, by fibrous
roots, and mangled
amongst weeds, which creep
back through creation
into the mind’s veldts’ seeds
of their plotted cup’s
most remote colours
and can be found there
wound up
in curious puzzles
gifted rings which swear
a manufactured fidelity
of their most dearly
departed civility
yet still which bear
a gentle kind
of re-kindled hope
mercurial panacea
for these driven
truckers of instant truth
rough and rowdy
well-schooled
baby black beasts
just released, sit
slouched, in heavy chains
the youngest one
still wearing
her mothers’ metal
badges of the rotten
shadows of sheets bloodied
by unborn memories
of sleet and rain
she will shrink
from the moonlight
rising, meeting the pain
of a krystal
cleared conscience
continually, they plow
through scattered
subterranean planes
of layered cosmic lands
in search of
some kind of mercy
deific validation, for their
constitutional conviction
of one nation
under G-d
a delivery, of some kind
of salvific wingéd victory
conveying
their unified story
meticulously groomed
for this long-planned journey
dashing flight
back through rivers split
rich and red and bloody
as egypt’s deadly nile
through once fallow
cloverleafs of soulless
virgin highway
awoke, again, for them
they are loaded
as they back into
a more perfect world
indelibly branded
into their rich-flowing blood
they are brothers
of the skies
pre-determined by design
to find
this ineffaceable fusion
through shared reminders
of their holy communion
traces of an inscribed
diamond destiny
maps of ancient astronomy
the printed inversion
of a twinkling
star-writ narrative
of the promised history
of the promised birth
of the promised prince
at the incipience
of the dawn
of holy yesteryear
hail, this breath of life
granting pathways out
honoring sanctioned
tribal rights
frankly fired, through
shock and awe
past cast inhabitants
of a silent
acquiescent first city moon
into the ether
of the unknown
like glass into the eye
but it will regrow
a new coat
as the banished serpent itself
crawling, out of eden
on its belly
forcefully it pierces
as it flies quickly
into waters of slippery flesh
a stinging, icy delivery
liquid sharp, as the flushing
unforgiving rays
of a sweltering sun
unable even to blink
as it slithers speedily
over scaled skins
as though it now, too
were crossing
a deserted river, divulging
a way into
the ocean’s bedrock
of all time
dedicated to demolition
they follow
their foregone road maps
warring to find
that which was denied
escaping once again
the shackles
of extrinsic servitude
to an outer world unknown
still seeking
always seeking
the way back
that way back
home
constructed hallways
as prescient
and powerful
as fermi’s dreams actualized
particle accelerator
old as the mind
of earth and time
and breath itself
as sure as the discovery
of a homebase
in yet another wasteland
of helpless exile
going plumb insane
as it seeks to tear down
billions of light years
of subatomic architecture
and find release
from the otherwise
indestructible walls
containing sanguine
reproduction itself
it is now encapsulated
within, they are trapped
in their cells, cursed
by civilization’s blueprints
save for contrary action
cracking skulls of both time
and timelessness
an insufferable law, of
unbreakable code
authored long before
even the first proteins
began to flex
their three-personned muscles
the roots of all language
making master membranes
mindful and impenetrable
to any foreign substance
as time’s ultimate evolution
of the brain itself, molded
by its primitive ancestors
through leaps, and bounds
of technological advances
a guest, crafted, to survive
through the harassments
of all time, beaten to grow
and then find
more of its kind
revelations of creations
of mechanical reproductions
from its crushed mind
an eventual re-unification
of all its broken parts
just rectification
for all the long-lost pieces
of its holy soul
rippling reflections
black as the blackest night
as its animal soul cracks
along the fissures between
its divine wooden legs
monkeys now hanging
upside-down
turgid and round, linked
by their tails
as delicate and backwards
as persia’s conquered
high-watered gardens
a lot of floaters, naked
valentine balloons
dressed wounds descending
during this dangerous extension
of an all hallow’s eve
unlimiting, forgetting
to remember, in order
to curse god, and praise
her most crazed
funny collection of hats
split romance sages
saviors young and wise
as earthly man’s keepers
of the bronchioles themselves
agents of their own
multi-thousand
labyrinthine hallways
leading into the myriads
of millions of mini-rooms
carrying the cryptographs
for complex, layered
lettered keyholes
into new adventures
for modern-day davids
future doctors stolen by the air
bent on fighting their ways
through a cavernous maze
a black, bumpy
rainbow carpet rider
in its rocky covered vehicle
captured fleece of many colors
autonomous mis-labeled artist
call her thumbelina
discovered by coincidence
through glassy gates
of scripture, marked papers
proposing answers
attracting all the circles
into this sacred narrow entrance
a warped and wobbly journey
into satan’s most assuredly
ghastly, smoky, most dreaded
princely palace
a retelling through reliving
judgement’s springtime tales
nascent greening memories
from between their fertile rivers
new visitor shares, bares all
buried bullet from the war
dark ladies from next door
first-tell of famished writers
are they but souvenirs of fun
son still wears the bursted gun
and so much more
now we all sport
permanent chest scars
back at the farm
lady zorro and co.
are still forcefully tearing
through carefully ordered
blockades of inextricable
wound links
and unescapable bonds
through good time explosions
blasts of ground dynamite
sowing their mighty tnt religion
only to reap, out of its black
soot carnage
but a splintered wreckage
to carry out, from the bonds
of a class-constructed
emprisoned slavery
still searching
in surrounded solitude
for the way back
through this economy
for a window, a door
an open orifice
any way out of this cage
with no exit
through a madhouse
of twisted, catastrophic
invention, and
mothers
screaming, sometimes
swiftly silent
they metabolize their way
to the bygone remnants
of stars from days of yore
courting the fringes
of their own freedom
caught in the clutches
of someone else’s reasons
passover’s orpheus
looking back
and seeing everything
in its season
but he cannot
bear
the wait
it was another mass
exodus from glowing aleph
escorted out into the wilderness
once again through its own
eventual regeneration
slow committed betrothal
letter of orange betrayal
collecting promised land prizes
marked wanderers
on a star trek odyssey
seeking release
from their tainted wagon
of alien oppression
banished and buried
under a heated expanse
of contaminated, exogenous
shell, always hoping
yearning
to find its way back
to her foreign shores
the way back…home
meanwhile
coming to know
in bits and pieces
their paths of sorrow
on a road to wholeness
unbelievable salvation
still she cannot
bear
the wait
ocean’s time travelers
setting out
on speechless quests
soliciting only the first
and fairest
purified bounties
of refined rectification
G-d-given beneficiaries
of their golden silver hearts
of foam and sea fire
more animal dances
wild baby blue romances
followed by obligatory
heavenly justices
it clearly is upon us
chasm of chaos continues
demiurgic cycles loyal
pyrrhic victories
becoming questionable
autumnal ordered shatterings
of unimaginable
pains and sufferings
silent through a series
of cut-up makeup mirrors
down another rocky road
delivered, from the
strapping whips
of yet another
400 years of slavery
time’s wishes lifted
out from under the idle
wound, the patient
shroud rose over
a new bed for her
she is seeing things
now walking
through different doors
out of the dust of man
straight into more magic
pulling rabbits out of hats
closed reserved reflections
on his sister, paradise, too
she’ll pocket her discovery
they are watching her
quite closely
torn and cast away
piecemeal
finally she flew
they cut her in two
southern belle weeps
for whoever falls
for her wicked wiles
angel always teasing
the perennial greening
of her cold man’s
columbian imagination
they are trying
to break through
and take it
and they will
taming all particules
of collective past
she bore naomi a son
feeding hungry dreams
in oft but fleeting
flashes of freedom
like the young princess
finding an infant
just for her, caught
in the river’s reeds
she drew him
out of the water
calling him thus
the baby moses
he will pass
her father’s test
and be welcomed
with warm reception
a good son
for proud pharoah
raised as his own
educated to know
everything
there was to know
in the grand
palaces of gold
by his ministers
and advisors
all knowledge
of their modern world
moses is becoming…
the prized
prince of egypt
strong as heracles
and the once hirsute
samson himself
regifted his former glory
but still hung up
over delilah
the chosen are in a battle
to re-combine and uplift
the crumbled pillars
of former temple doors
in an unwritten
divine intervention
with nothing left
but a faint
flickering remnant
of the memory
of the fire
from its holy altar within
to keep their people
from crumbling, too
beneath the badlands
of a parched and empty
complicated existence
they are sticking together
unbreakable
never doomed to rot
in barren countries
that life and man
all but forgot
they are being rescued
by a mighty lone army
team of maverick
desert olympiads
racing atop sweltering
solitary sands, in short
bursts at lightning speed
before becoming
burnt offerings themselves
an impending glimpse
into the looming holocaust’s
watery grave, sun-flooded
kaddish of recompense
for the mystery and beauty
of man himself
as they once knew him
they will turn her
most serpent-wise
through mystic city guides
sharing secrets
of the skies
sexy measures prophesied
for her bereft
kaleidoscope eyes
lost left-over temple
with the rarest
stained-glass windows
rainbow irises for batty isis
a black cat
if ever there was one
just another ugly folly
of wasted emptied hours
studying a blackboard
of asylum, and refugees
gone with the wind
like two erasers’ dusty
chalks, from the charred
ravaged reels
of crime and bullshit
only to fall down
into the used vacant lots
of their drowned
sad n’ blinded pupils
electric landlady
but for a brief
wrinkle in time
slips through a crack
eventually looking back
only to find drunk jesus
seeking solace
riding upon an ass
touching the hem
of his very own robe
lost jerusalem of gold
‘twas a tale of vanishing
twins, deflections
from other mothers
culminations, of the
quick cleavings
of four forced, super-
naturally intertwined
helices of white smoke
strung up, then lifted
together, momentarily
into the heavens
coupled ascension
of blood brothers
shuffling…
..off unto eternity
they are now wrapped up
with no ordinary band-aids
gifted, from a black ballot box
stuffed and overflowing
from black bandages
harbingers of hope, an anthem
of levity, for their battered
stretched, skull-cracked
ancient and earthly soul
older than the oldest
bones, these laws
chiseled in stone
even as the world
still turns, and in time
a home, their place
to share, rooted
in worlds even older still
the moving cornerstone
of endless desire’s pared
raked river banks
their place to recreate
mystic music
from far off lands
water carvings
out of sand
and silt
designs from great sheba
and solomon, too, draped
in rich flowing locks
to secure and transport
news of paris’ prized
apple of discord
to their lovers
through dark skies
shipped over waters
for but the lowly
yet still mighty
common aphrodite
sinking into baby talk
calling it nothing
but a cake-walk
her soul melted
into pellets of poison
they recycled her
a condemned, cross-over
marathon river queen
already knowing
that she will be sowing
yet again, the seeds
of a most certain
curtained doom
plowed under, by a
never-ending
shapeshifting ox hunger
buried, to insure
the double
ghost-like indemnity
re-crossing
of her dangerous soul
it is already being done
there is nothing new
under the sun
but doesn’t the sun
also rise?
a mer-maid...
wants to know
Serpent
June 5th, 2024
