Guest Post : KB.
February 26, 2013 § 4 Comments
Riots of Affectation: A Minor Play in Three More Minor Acts.
(for Susan, lover of the absurd)
What color is the rain today, or did you not notice?
Things happen quickly now. In this age it is predicted
That paper birds will be perfected. Are you thinking
About statues? No? Well neither then was I.
I heard the sky had lost its memory though, and forgetting
What it was, lost its balance and fell to earth
Breaking into chards of disenchantment. You’ll know
When coerced opinions begin acting confused. Remember
They are only acting and will end misused. Like Lear
They will spiral down, down, down, exiled in time
To Bolivia, where despotism is understood.
Stand here by the window, I want to see the disguise
Your shadow wears when you leave the room.
My, what pretty eyes you have. It is such a shame
What you read in the light of understanding
Is sugar coated Baudelaire
In which things are not so evil as they seem.
I say worse
For wear, they are bringing in a new lexicon.
This language is so badly used, it’s a wonder we can speak
To anyone at all. But, now that I think of it,
I came in here for a reason. Oh! What is the color
Of the rain today, or haven’t you noticed yet?
Yesterday in my apartment tower
I could have sworn all the doors were surly,
Slamming shut, or opening with no one
Knocking on or closing them. Sometimes
It’s enough to make a person use the windows
Though a little overly dramatic this high up.
I wonder what became of all the dreams
That Frank Lloyd had, though Levitt
Was certainly more practical, and anyone
Could get one. There’s a problem when
The same dream is had by everyone,
As bad as Wagner having written
A sixth undiscovered eight hour opera
For somewhere in the middle of the cycle
Of Der Ring des Nibelungen. Get a gun.
It is easy to believe; if you puncture night
It will bleed out and create a vacuum
Only light can fill. That illumination
Is the opposite of the dark is a Medieval
Point of view that does not hold a candle
To the proofs that occur now every day.
One might think that love has changed
To fit our age. But the only difference is
Now in my fantasies I can have you on a bed
Of magazines, subscribed to for just that purpose.
Everyone who’s read the paper undermines the news:
Tuesday, for example, all the trains in France ran
Right on time, but in reverse making commuters
Disembark in places they had never been before.
Panicked women and children trampled hundreds
To be assured they’d gotten seated in the church,
But since the clocks were in sympathy with the rails
The conclave was much too early, god was still asleep.
It is sometimes wise to remind ourselves that a god
Awake, is a god who takes his wrath out on the poor.
It is a fact that wealth buys happiness and blessedness.
Non-believers please use the side doors when exiting.
There are times that try the souls of men,
Perhaps the time has come to try a few heels,
Before they’ve a chance to put Humpty—Dumpty
Back together again.
KB is a wonderful blogger I know from WordPress. One of my favorite followers, because his comments always make me ponder. His poetry is just as deep. You must follow his blog, here. Because you are going to love his works if you think I write “well”. 🙂