Phallic fungi fecund
With communicative firings
Lichened to webs of neurons,
Extremophilic cap controllers
Seeking symbiotic cooperatives,
A psychedelic steamrolling
Of poppets by tendrils :
The descent of humans—
An ape on a trip .
*[ WSB ].
So many massacres of innocents—
Bloody days .
Three–Year–Old Paveenut with pigtails,
Blanketed asleep :
Eleven classmates butchered, | a lone surviver | .
Forweep
Endless reports of mass killings
Between shining seas
—The blood stains .
Ғ⋂Ͻk
Runners amuk :
Robust the red flags
And lock ’em up
Behind bars lonely,
With only the company
Of thundermugs .
*[ WSB ].
She soars through the violin:
Swaying, bowing ; strings
Undercutting low, shimmering
High ; communicates emotion
From Prokofiev, the concerto .
The second movement punctuated
And melodic washes over the
Normal day of the audience,
Pushes existence into artistic
Slant, a hypnotic pull—casting .
The soloist knows the magic
| Wields the wand |
The conductor, the orchestra :
Conspirators—the audience :
Defenseless, willing to be
Stolen away . Bliss lies in the
Sumptuous strings of the
Devil’s instrument—sensuous.
All the demons come out
Of hiding to cavort in the
Last movement ; everyone dances,
Swoons . The theater pounds,
Castanets clapping . The expressive
Lines ring out . The vibrations excite,
Even as the timpani thud the loud stop : :
The swelling applause carries the spell
Through the exits, into the quiet streets .
*[ WSB ].
*[ WSB ].
‘If the kindred be wild,
I will not baptize the child, ’
Crookéd–letter humpback
Church taking stock
Of relations out of wedlock :
Inner ministers
Of misery, grifters
Of sanctus spiritus,
Misers of charity ;
Judge not,
You juggler of pigbones,
Poser with cobbed colon,
Preyer of prayers
For pieces of eight and power
Over the wistful .
May the Redeemer
Slap one cheek
And the other in turn
Of the pardoner
That turns away
The blissfully born .
*[ WSB ].
It doesn’t show signs of stopping :
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum ;
And a partridge in a pear tree
Raising the sound .
We all like our figgy pudding,
And all the souls on earth shall sing .
Between an ox stall and an ass
The silent stars go by ;
Bruise in us the serpent’s head
So frequently to vanquish all .
Lo ! He abhors not the virgin’s womb ;
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Disperses the gloomy clouds of night .
Gone away is the bluebird
To see if reindeer really know how to fly—
Out jumps good old Santa Claus :
Fum Fum Fum !
The darkness everywhere,
Thy leaves are so unchanging,
Happy golden days of yore
Among the leaves so green :
A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing ;
Jingle bell time is a swell time—
Jingle all the way !
*[ WSB ].
Lucifer jumped .
*[ WSB ].
Remember,
The 1st billion
Had a leadup of
2 million years
Mostly lost in
Prehistorical asides .
*[ WSB ].
*[ WSB ].
Stars have a limited supply of nuclear fuel—
The era of life,
A sliver :
Two specks in the universe
Fall in love
And have a wonderful [ moment ]
Together
Epilogue
—Finite particles wafting through the darkness
Ever expanding .
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 