They came, they saw,
and they conquered;
we stayed and witnessed,
and they abused us.
Author Archives: Thepoetryofjp
We
Since first we rose from ocean’s active mud,
since fins became the bending of legs,
since legs hadn’t yet the strength,
I See a Darkness
I will not be remembered,
not in the history classes
or in the breath
that fogs rose colored glasses
when widows weep at dawn.
Dad’s Shadow
On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks
A Carpenter’s Tools
How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?
Blacker Than Black
Reading the newspaper:
It said, new material blacker
Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism
Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,
The Bluebird and the Apocalypse
There is an apocalypse in my chest,
and there is a bluebird beating its wings.
O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul
Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,
The Cynical Ones
We are the cynical age of man
we are the mouth of ridicule,
whispering alone,