Saturday, December 15, 2018

self-reflection

Could Persephone (Aidan) write for me those journey stories?
Just past her 40th birthday
(and Johanna’s 42nd)
All signs point toward a deeper ambition – time
to learn my trade, move beyond ease of
imagination, discipline to create a voice that will be heard.


Creature of philosophy writ large – ever searching
within for all of eternity integral hologram
mapped on my mind.


Government, as any human enterprise,
reflects our true values – merely a structural
idea of how we decide to live among us.


Denial of responsibility to life, to our world
that gives us existence --
what kind of sacred husbandry or even
self-survival are we honoring?


It’s not even white men – just another scapegoat,
you know all those homeless ptsd harassed
ghost-skinned males.  Our human enemy (that
which makes the scapegoat so harmfully persuasive)
is our market-based policy: 
divide and conquer to win.




This very moment
muddled words of imagery vie for mind, memory,
clarity of vision
but is that poetry?

12/9-10/18

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