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
Down high in
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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