End Times: Republished

END TIMES

Hold fire! Mukti’s rickety rickshaw
Holds its breath a moment, pauses in suspense,
Gasps, gulps, shudders and shambles one day more
Bent upon what uncertain comeuppance?

What deadly quagmires lurk around us
As faulty torches, barely flickering,
Leave us stalking fears, while dreams caress us
Beneath steel towers, looming, uncaring?

Surreptitious glances scan each shadow,
Meet only with mirrors too fogged to read
And whereof, pray, this breath? Above? Below?
Which blurred each image, then blindness decreed?

After the abandon of summertime
Comes winter’s burning breathtaking horror.
Bully boys preparing fresh pits of lime.
Hear them sniggering in the corridor,

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“On April 4, 1945, soldiers from the U.S. Third Army freed a camp in the town of Ohrdruf, in central Germany. Tech. Sgt. Eugene Luciano later wrote about the experience:

‘Many prisoners laid in their bunks too weak to move, but raised their arms in thanks. Bodies were piled high on the ground; others were in pits covered with lime. There were rows of ditches filled with buried bodies with an occasional leg or arm protruding [sticking up] out of the ground. The stench was intolerable.’ ”

– The Free Library by Farlex.

Of course that kind of thing couldn’t happen these days could it?

Liberalia

LIBERALIA

Liber and Libera toast to binary

Spinning dials click into place … Hey Presto!
Check the files within the hidden folders
A crossing of fingers, of tracks … and fade …
Wholesome, essential … so to one’s taste
Hmmm … Wonder what’s coming next?

Liber and Libera toast to binary

Caught sight out the window it’s 1567
Another space domain, same time line
Three witches ride wild in the storm tide
Young Will three years old bard-to-be
Whisper magic words, gift a golden pen

Liber and Libera toast to binary

Miss and Mister Mystery sniff the
Exploding salt tang of liberation
And so achieve the desired intent
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Two-way eyelids’ mysterious presence

Liber and Libera toast to binary

Spin, little ones, spin away
Never mind all this toxic MSM
Perspective management yabber
My God, what an unholy carry-on!
Let’s concoct some of our own

Liber and Libera toast to binary

Chantilly shanties
Rich dark leafy greens
Forward, comrades!
In the morning …
Freedom

Castaway

CASTAWAY

Desert isle dweller swims downstream
Passing oodles of chaste charity shops

Deep swamped in castaways chasing
Seeking dreams among castaways’

Castaways – Look, a cupless saucer
Its history, its future unknown now

A momentary fleck of identification
Desert isle dweller swims upstream

Once Upon A Time In A Land Far Away …

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY …

After weeks of television news overdose
Don Peyote with faithful Pancho Sandoz
In basin helmet and dustbin lid cuirass
Sallies forth to tilt at windmills, sweet ass

Honey drips clogging his mental apparatus
Preventing his realising common practice
Of this era is for fictional works to make
Some pretence of being factual, like a snake

Slithering away leaving any truth to shrivel
And viewers swallowing contradictory drivel
Headless chickens with all their plugs pulled
Poor bewildered boomers waiting to be culled

Corrine, Corrina, 12-bar country blues song
“Corrine, Corrina, where you been so long?”
“I’m worrying about you, baby,” hear me sing
“Come home, Corrina, or life don’t mean a thing”

Pusillanimity? … Or Wisdom?

PUSILLANIMITY? … OR WISDOM?

I don’t hoard any furtive hopes
Beneath my cosy feather pillow
Nor dreams, nor wistful wishes
For fear they will make it lumpy
And give me a pain in the neck

Discipline: Senryu

DISCIPLINE

A waking daydream.
Yesteryear is here again.
No! Time to move on.

Let’s Do Lunch: Shadorma

LET’S DO LUNCH

Fantasies
Rewriting the scene
While others
Around them
Are busily lost in their own
Imaginations

Absurdism: Shadorma

ABSURDISM*

We have dreams
And so we dream life
Where we dream
Of a life
In which we draw a fine line
And then erase it

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* “In philosophy, “the Absurd” refers to the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any in a purposeless, meaningless or chaotic and irrational universe. The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously.

As a philosophy, absurdism furthermore explores the fundamental nature of the Absurd and how individuals, once becoming conscious of the Absurd, should respond to it. The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus stated that individuals should embrace the absurd condition of human existence while also defiantly continuing to explore and search for meaning.”

– https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absurdism.

Bareboned: Shadorma

BAREBONED

He showed her
How to dream rainbows
First he came
Then he went
Not even a fare thee well
Just a one night stand

Cheep Talk

CHEEP TALK

Talk is cheap
Talk is common
Chitchatting away
Of this and that
Speaks of sunsets
Of suns going down
When it’s backs turning
Obeying a planetary spin
I’ll use plurals here
As each of us
Has a sun

We madmen
Madwomen we
In our hidden hearts
Live in our own dreamtimes
Encircling our own central axis
Round which this outer earth and sun
(With a moon as a loony sidekick)
From birth to death revolve

In truth the sun never sets
Nor does the earth
For that matter
Simply spins
And spins

Metamorphic metaphor
Cloaking the untaught truth
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mind
Take a break for a moment and pause
At the crux – the axis – of all of this and that
Here-I-am & now-is-now & I-am-I & this-is-it
Now where is our next breath coming from?
How do we know that? Actually we don’t
We are an incomprehensible miracle
Given the grace of time to seek
While stars and planets spin