Eight: Self-Control (poetry series)

    Self-Control   We enter the scene at an awkward moment pending the interview where the two where alive to tell the other’s fate he shuffles a windowed passage talking over under breath, his listening mind hears sound of words his warning mind the rendering of account the relations come the mythic ancient in […]

Eight: Duty (poetry series)

    Duty   “He is lauded for standing by his post” “Standing by at his post…” “Hmm…yes. Why say it? Are you happier about all this, for picking nits?” “Well, close by. Nearby. Remaining, anyway, as duty required. We might find…” “Might find…evidences, do you mean? Perhaps you aren’t fit for the work.” “You […]

Eight: Honor (poetry series)

    Honor   First no one gets blamed, no one can You have honor enough to shoulder the gross mistakes of humankind You embody discarded virtues No one wants to drown or burn count seconds in a broken plane Om! (sob) Om! (sob) Om!…wait hemmed in by traffic The tsunami wave, the nuclear cloud […]

Eight: Enemies (poetry series)

    Enemies   The way I fall in step is oldest news But don’t ask me, the goods I got, it’s on authority I could quote you the bible…or, how bout? Tell you this, a little fairy story I know you want sympathy, they all do But you listen to me You don’t have […]

Red God White Sun (poem)

    Red God White Sun   Back from a moment in prototypia she watches dawn, inked-over herself still as the unsafe hunger neutral before muscles beauty, remember she does not counsel the surviving to waste on it curtain tatters take…broken blinds…first warning, shush there is mud in early morning, gullying rain by dusk lunatic […]

Eight: Withholding (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    Withholding   What is the act of picturing, given in imperative What is useless while pitiless while infectious Or the opposite of good What is the consequence of forked currents and stoppered things uncapped What is the doghead to the loud man’s fingersnap What is the faith that errand runners get their tips […]

Eight: Picking Brains (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    Picking Brains [sowing paranoia]   Why are you here? The silence extends. Though silence, in interview via teletype is contempt, confusion, thoughtfulness Thoughts of…what’s it mean, why really am I? How do I work this thing, is it some kind of setup Equipment breakdown, line traffic, any of those What is your name? […]

Dark Humour: Twelfth Battle Stations

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jul 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Battle Stations         Dark Humour   But, if I may, the chap…who calls himself Peters (He notes Llewellyn find in this no subtle Hunnish wit. Peters in manner terribly Hansel, a-dropping of his breadcrumbs… Another glance…no. The new man has been guilty of imitating Peters at his club. […]

The Day You Were Born (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Jun 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Day You Were Born   Cock an ear, your master’s voice, drip or pebble Distracting drumbeat, or is it heads-up Heads-up, Dodge Ball You can be the smart one, saw this coming When the world was blind You can find yourself at the center of a bridge A rope bridge, working itself […]

Eight: Abnormalizing (poetry series)

Posted by ractrose on 26 Jun 2020 in Art, Poems

    Abnormalizing   Should Dr. Comus mount to the podium Begged before he dies, of a valediction, lightning-bolted by the gaze When freed as angels his victims anneal him And words break out, in patterns of revealing His ilk, his false-named friends, a younger colleague A theoretician, but a go-getter, they turn them out […]