Archive for July, 2018

Mandarins

Tuesday, July 31st, 2018

There’s no time for breakfast.
This morning I’ve got to run,
But don’t be the one who’s breathless
When the mandarins are having fun.
In the lift they’re dancing
They made it from the rain
They’re rehearsing their broken lines
To play a better game.
There’s no time for breakfast
This morning I’ve got to run,
Pack my bag with jargon
That pleases everyone.
There is no time to party
Stay out from the rain
Make your work look like everyone’s
Keep it all the same.
I’m going to network,
I’ll make them all believe,
That I’m the one who’s fitting in
And pulling up my sleeves.
So there’s no time for breakfast,
When the mandarins are having fun.
There’s no time for breakfast.
I’m keeping on the run.
No time for breakfast.

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Lord of the Flies

Sunday, July 29th, 2018

Tonight I danced with Beelzebub.
He had mushrooms and wine
On his breath.
Tonight he ate my soul
Again.
But this night I took Arjuna’s sword
And claimed this ground as my own,
This ground fought for all beings;
Flies and Beelzebub and all,
Fought with this unanswerable sword,
With truths that can’t be spoke,
And answers that can’t be found.
Tonight I fought with the sword
That removed all doubt
And the ghosts of promises unfounded.
Only know this:
I am here.

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Feeding the Pigeon

Saturday, July 28th, 2018

The daughter of the morning light
With eyes turned towards a well,
Is waiting for the rain to come.
Her presence
Reminds the birds that they are hungry.
And it’s time to leave
Their nest.
The orange light from the East
Shines upon the grey clouds
Blowing from the West.
This morning she breaks bread
With the pigeon that greets her,
Communing as one for the new day.

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