Modern Thought

This phallus, standing ten feet tall,

devoid of any caress,

is a cannibalistic weapon

rather than an existential understanding.

Where is the man

In this orgy of mutilation?

Shrouded

I have missed the light between two snows
Failed to find the roughened diamond within a granular universe
So now I seek a You for reconciliation
The particulars of which are little concern

I attempt harmony with Gandhi
But am rather barraged with
Lowercase T's
Overlapped triangles
Sickle moons and pentagrams

              I have met Joseph Goebbels
              He is a man of Exacting Genius

All I have left are pages and pages
Which I must continue on with
So I may remind myself
Why I continue to breathe this air

A Fundamental Concern

We are kings within mountains.
Captains of its crevices and canals,
Tribunal of its tributaries.

From slow paced mannerism and lamentations: we wear down.
So close, side by side: a white cap ocean,
Becomes a rolling valley.

Our struggle to motivate one another,
Yet still unmoved: What now
Does it accomplish when we are weathered?

Us kings of mountains.
Our words: gabbled echo in the distance.
Our concepts: faint withered haze in still air.

With wisdoms and meanings and motivations still not followed,
Can us kings ever meet hand in hand
Upon summits so far apart?

It was the College that Killed Him

It was the college that killed him.
Looked him in the eye,
and told him no.

It was the college that betrayed him.
Told him to be quiet,
and forced him to go.

It was the college that lied to him.
Told him he could learn,
yet kept him at bay.

It was the college that scolded him.
For jumping ahead,
they got in his way.

For every book and lesson he struggled to gather,
A rule and a price is what they threw at the matter.

It was the college that maimed him.
Destroyed his desire,
and tore him to shreds.

It was the college that killed him.
Gave him diplomas,
and left him for dead.