Arriving Home
Exiles from a dysfunctional global pipe-dream
of borderless corporate matriarchies,
multi-kulti nonsense and data-driven diversity
where virtue-signaling despots ruled
and those so confused they didn’t know their own gender
competed for victim-status as they shrieked,
where rainbow torches on the filthy walls
smoldered with toxic smoke
barely illuminating the fragments
of computer carcasses we had to step over,
we fled the algorithmic oppression
of technocrats
to found a pure republic, based on poetry, goodwill and faith in God.
We emerged from the labyrinthine caverns and malodorous tunnels
into the light right outside the cave:
Clear, strong patriarchal light
purifying the fresh air.
We breathe deeply.
Once I saw some Vikings
sail the sea looking for Diet Coke
only to find angry gulls and mothers
squawking in parking lots
as the dust of the gentle hills disappeared
down the unpaved road
of rolling Scandinavian seas.
I was emotionally engaged once . . .
but she was a neurotic feminist poet, so I broke it off
and moved to Kekistan where (thanks be to Kek)
I married my THREE Kekistani brides:
PROMPT #11:
Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?
Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots.
Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers
and dust disappearing down an unpaved road.
And having come from there, where are you now?
Precipitating Events: Monkeyshine
Single monks dwell alone, due to pride
but true monkeys go seeking their bride;
and a monkess (no nun)
loves some rain with her fun
on the street’s sunny simian side.
Cohabiting the sky
suspended droplets and sunlight
cloud vapor silvered with solar illumination:
A MONKEY’S WEDDING !
We shrieked it and jumped around
along that shifting frontier
between childhood and joy
between sunshine and falling raindrops
MONKEYS !
We knew they were entering into conjugal bonds;
nuptial specifics were irrelevant
the celebration was probably far away
in Borneo or Congo or Amazonia . . . or behind the sky
but it was monkeys getting married
only there and then:
along that impermanent line
where the rain didn’t know the sun was out
and the sun did not know it was raining
that fine line: monkeyshine
shout it out (when you were 8)
negative ions in the air
distant yells of children
hopeful smell of peaceful summer neighborhoods
THE MONKEY’S WEDDING
PROMPT #10
write a poem that starts from a regional phrase,
particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon.
Beautiful Black Poetry Live
Define Black Light:
Turn on the Black Right
to disperse the White Left
as they turn on their own
(that not-too-bright left)
until, bereft of light
they are left without fight,
lost in their own night.
Intensify that white rift
to give the right lift.
Unite the Light Right
with the Dark Right
to make the light bright;
or we all will be left
out in a dark night.
It’s OK
to be RIGHT.
