when you reach the moon
will you then be satisfied
or set your sights
on more distant bodies
–
when does progress
reach its limit
Month: July 2020
Without Substance
a kiss
means nothing
–
sex
even less
–
the warmth
of an embrace
is cold
–
without substance
Centerpiece
i placed you in a box
a cherished
memory
bound
in unglazed earthenware
in order that
you
may never leave
me
–
your ashes
line my pyre
–
your dust
floats upon the very air
i breathe
–
your death
becomes my sacrifice
–
as your bones
snap
beneath my weight
i will drag your final moments on
whilst you lie in wait
lingering
in troubled sleep
within stony heart entombment
of chalice purgatory
never to be spread
to the winds
or upon the plains
nor thrust unto the waves
–
you will sit as a bauble
centerpiece and talking point
a monument
to my loss
The Old Man and the Wealth of Nations
this old man walked up to me
upon exiting the restroom
at the entrance of a clinic
and asked me if i’d read
the wealth of nations
by adam smith
–
i responded i had not
as he seized the reigns of the conversation
guiding us
on a torrential path
careening
headlong
into the rocks
–
he said that free trade
was the worst sin ever committed
and cursed the chinese
calling them dirty
nasty people
that ate bats
–
he kept at this tangent
obsessively dissecting the dietary habits
of people he’d never met
holding his own
unseemly customs
in the highest regards
–
he seemed to be anchoring
his casual bigotry
upon presumed economic principals
in an attempt to detract
from his biting words
and hateful disposition
towards our neighbors
in the east
–
as another patient entreated upon the premises
he grew more listless
his words quieter
and less frequent
and he backed slowly
towards the automatic door
exiting to the parking lot
–
sometimes
animals
are merely feigning death
