Friday, February 11, 2011

Place of the Body

Tight jeans fit tight bodies.
Hemlock vines grow from every lawn.
Where the Green God’s lure enraptures the heart.

Steals humanity from scarlet phrases -
Calling with drum beats, heart beats:
Boom..Da..Da!  Boom..Da..Da!  Boom..Da..Da!  Boom!

They march like Soldiers.
Lead by this green God - Money.
Whose son is Vanity.
Daughter is Shallowness.

His wife, the seductress is on television, calling all to court.
With the promise of more things to a populace who already possess too much.
Not understanding why they feel so empty inside, un-fulfilled.

How they find themselves captured for a moment by the sun as it rises, orange and large.
Only to shake the notion of such beauty off as one of those fuzzy areas not already defined for them to comprehend by 5th avenue.

Tight jeans on tight bodies, emptiness within.
An emptiness they’ll never admit to, except in the darkness of night.
While they lay in their warm downy soft beds.

And shiver....

02-11-11 (Revised)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


(The Devil Wears Horned Rim Glasses)

Saw the Devil yesterday.
On train to tower.
Talking in tongues.

Moved his glasses down to curled nose.
Pufffffed his joynt.

"Where ya heading - boy?"
He took a drag.

"Me sir?"
"Anyone else on this train - boy?"
Look to around to be alone.

"I don't know"
The Devil laughed
"Ya better be sure you're on the right track - boy."

The beggar appeared.
Walking down the aisle with all his worldly possessions and a bottle of gin.
Asked me for some money.

I know all he will do is buy more booze.
I decline.
The Devil snickers and gives him a fiver.

The Devil's red eyes flair.
"You deny him happiness!"
I close my eyes.

The Devil laughs.
"For the grace of your God"
"There go you by."

The truth of it sends a shock down my spine.
Where I now stand in my life.
The choices I have made.

Led me here.
To this train.
Talk'n with the Devil.

White wolf
Comes from my soul.
Growls at the Devil.

He doesn't even flinch
"Struck a nerve, didn't I - boy!"
The Devil gets out of his seat.

Brings his face close.
"Look'n forward to seeing ya - boy"
Puffs sulfur smoke in my eyes.

I stand to face to the Devil.
"You won't be seeing me anymore."
The train stops at station.

"You think you can come in to my thoughts and bully me?"
"I've known bully's all my life and you, sir, are no better.” Take your smoke, your pokes, and your prods off this train!"

The Devil laughs.
"Gonna make me - boy."
And I make up my mind.

I see a railroad switch in my head.
And pull it.
The Devil drops his joynt.

Now It's his turn to growl
"Be see'n ya 'round - boy!"
Puffs a final puff in my face.

The Devil exits the train.
Doors hiss shut like the snake he is.
And someone is tapping on my shoulder.

Vision blurry to focus.
The conductor is standing in aisle.
"We are in the station, you were asleep."

I missed my stop.
Have to take a train back to it.
This time on the right track.

K.J.K. 4-18-04

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Cliff Walking

He stood in the corner of This and That.

Shivering from what?

The wind, the rain?
Something else?

Hurricane force winds.
Inside and out.

This is the last of the given moments.
The Creator dangles in front on your face.

He thinks aloud:
"Like a carrot on a stick."

Is this a big step?
Or the last step?

Either way one will not know until that step is taken.
And then it's too late.

K.J.K.  02/05/11

Prelude to the End

One of his "gifts" is to see trends not evident to most.

The cosmic aligning of what may come.
If trends stay true.

A Mass conspiracy of events.
Seemingly unrelated.
Foretell the start of Ragnarök.

Where the great tree will split.
Freeing those trapped in its trunk.
Allowing their souls to move on.

And he, that pillar of a man.
Will stand on the red stained beach.

K.J.K.  02/05/2011