Irony at the End of the World

Today
the sky opened up
and I was swallowed
by outrageous pity

That billions, trillions,
umpteen-quadrillions
of living things have come and gone
and more there will be

yet while Satan fell before me,
I the hapless scribbler
amateur wordsmith
far from fearing death
or that everything near
faced fiery disintegration
am incensed I am without pen and paper

and even if I could
before I melt
compose a simple thing right then
describing the moment
when all life ended
and the light when out


5/28/2012

Immolation #1

you wish to smile amidst the inferno
so you keep your self
beneath a stone where it
wreathed in fire laughs at your fear

because down there you know
1 2 and 3 all equal 0
and each other
that you are burning slowly
-so little flesh remains unlicked-
that you are surrounded by
smiling melting corpses

Don't Panic; You'll soon die.

with no eyes or hands,
no right or left,
the sound is God
words crackling from every direction
the pop is you, here, now

only no longer fearful violent and happy
no longer fuel
"you" join the conflagration.

5/31/2012

Sonnet I {Upon A Train}

Upon a shaking car of silence, I
sit with strangers, stare at trash ignor'd,
From stop to stop and on again we fly
and in desperate effort not to be still,
 scribble scribe a little thing in ould form
hoping mind and soul will find each other
tho all the words that come feel stolen, worn
and voided gazes will start to smother;yet

before my trip reaches termination
I will lay the couplet as a capstone
my thing may not spur thee towards revelation
but then I ask again, what is a poem?
    for one can spend life waxing clever
    else all ties to the thought must sever

a frozen poem

but three beers later I
havent found a tear
and still feel that root

that hatred unnamed,
pent? held?

After three pints I'm the same, only drunk
and the world spins because tolerance is so low

But three beers later I'm scribbling
maybe this story this poem rant letter script song
maybe this will break the ice

But I still feel that
pent? held? -feeling

and cracking another beer
decide to finish the six pack,
and not the story poem rant letter script song

4/3/2012