Saturday, June 28, 2008

Verses for Silence

(NOTE TO READER: These poems were composed over these past weeks in lieu of straight-up ranting prose over all the shit that has happened over, yes, these past weeks. Each one corresponds to and is dedicated one real Other human being. Kudos to you if you understand some of them, or if, God forbid, you understand them all, and are therefore aware of all the said shit. Kudos to you if you find out you are dedicated to too. Welcome to the shit.)

PROLOGUE

Darkness no one hears

As it settles, a black blanket

Over the mountain

A world of renaissance cattle

Trapped within each other’s nuances

Fenced into their own awkward poetries

Suffering with the silence

Suffering in the silence

I: SADNESS WORDLESS

Sadness wordless

Even more deafening than the million

Millions of enthusiastic screams

For attention

For contention

For competition

But now, nothing,

(For contemplation?)

But mere echoes, bouncing

Off the walls of a heart, beating

For more noise than what it can make

II: A MOUTH, CLOSED

A mouth, closed

Is replaced by an open body

Sweeping sweeps and flicking flicks

Replacing nouns and verbs

Who, then, knows the meaning?

Certainly not our mere eyes

Both ears on the wordless mud

All the while thinking, maybe yes

Yes, maybe you do

Or, maybe even, did?

III: DOWN HIGH IN PEDESTAL CITY

Down high in Pedestal City

Is where the folks live

Lives separate yet inseparable

From the ramble of the rabble

Which the folk talk about

Yet never talk to

IV: YOUR PRINCE IS NOT A PRINCE

Your prince is not a prince

But a frog

Maybe, a prince among frogs

But still a frog

Ergo, victim to all the froggy impulses

Befitting the slimy little amphibian

That licks its way in the world

After getting licked, do not get licked

Not anymore, hopefully

V: A WHITE FLAG? YOU ASK

A white flag? You ask

Yourself, among everybody

Drowning in a soup of paranoia

While trying to navigate the

Sincerity of a wired, wily vixen

This, simply, is too much gossip, girl

You know I know you know I love me

You know I know you love yourself

But do you know if I love what you love?

XOXOXO

VI: ÜBERMENSCH

Übermensch

Needs neither diva

Nor prima donna

To hinder the flight

Towards perfection

Übermensch

Wants neither foe

Nor friend

To hinder the descent

Towards contentment

But Übermensch

Is still perplexed by the question

Of what you are you really too

EPILOGUE

Silence is not silence

But a scream

For more screams

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