Message to Posterity

 

We the characters of the 'casual comedy' 

Solemnly predict 

That reality as we know it

Will peter out

In a century or so  

And we beg posterity

To learn from our woes

 

Let There Be Light A Second Time

 

Let there be light a second time,
Dear God,
Not cause your light has faded
But because we men have blinded.
Blinded ourselves
And each other -
Such is the story of man,
The great emperor,
The king of the universe
Who sought to sate his incessant greed
And found blindness at road's end

 

On Reading King's 'I Have A Dream'

 

Well, I thought to myself,
This thing is worth more
Than all of British literature.
No: I corrected myself.
It's worth more than
All of the Western canon

I sigh and hope with the words
That one day all men be equal,
And beyond: I hope
That the black man be given
A special place,
Here on earth,
And later in God's hearth

 

Poem Written at 4:47 On December the 3rd, 2020

 

What’s a time like this doing

In the title of a poem like this?

Well, I – author, narrator, hypothetical poet

Of this present poem –

Would like to get all of the now

In what I’m writing,

In what you’re reading.

Cause what I write now is what you read later, huh?

Or from your perspective, future, unknown, possible reader(s),

What I wrote then, is what you read now.

Your now is different from my now, old friend.

Here’s to hoping our nows meet

Poemist Dabbles in Casual Art on A Desolate Evening

 

I, poemist
walk to the outermost sides
of the outer courtyard
of the palace named Dream.
and i shriek want, yes

i shriek want.
i want the morning
i want the evening
i want every shred of time
neatly assembled and

arranged before my heart
before this evening's over, see?
my heart used to have a tic-toc tic-toc
round it but now it don't, see?
and i want a watch and

i want some food
and i want some peace
and some cosmic security
with that, too
while yer at it

and i want time
and i want peace
i want time
i want time
i want time

and somehow
i knew
when i heard
the falling sound
that time had broke -  

would never expand
nor contract
but it'd ever be the same;
would always be the same
insensitive tyrant

Sussurations

The inside world inside of you

Dances on with God

Christ's song and Heaven's dance

Whirl round in your heart

Sussurations of the wind-leaves

Of the night's breeze

Sing a whispered melody,

At the stroke of midnight.

The wind sings birthday, as if 

The dawn bird's already up.

Here's the cake's candle - blow it out,

Cause with this breath everything changes

The very air sparkles with light,

And reality sings for joy

And the inside world inside of you

Dances on with God.

God's blessings and a rainbow upon all your days

Celerity

I look back

And see the utopian past

The dystopian present

And the goodness-knows-what future,

Ensconced in a celerity of data.

The world has become

One single machine