Something Someone Should Have Said

Perhaps you prefer
A gossamer gowned gal
A mincing maiden
Perfume tainted
Jewelry laden
Cosmetic painted
Adorned in gold

Suddenly old

To a man in armor
Camouflaged and blood spattered
Bursting through the wall
In the middle of a barrage
In the middle of a battle
Missing his legs
And half his head

Suddenly dead

She screams half-heartedly
Her baubles jingle
Sorry to break up your bordello
It's just as well though

The song of simple statements gussied up
Like horny women who want to get laid
Rather than honorable mention is in fashion
More product of emotion than expression of passion
Lousy music on deaf ears
Delivered careless of childish fears
Only the wind

Suddenly shrill

The poetry is like music
On those sad bastard radio stations
Monotonous tunes of adolescent disaffection
That sometimes evolves into the
Middle-age woman or skinny man
Eating sprouts and posing
Doing the splits while fasting for

Peace on Earth

Thinking airhead
Acting narcissistic
Believing altruism
Expressing narcissism out of confusion of the origins of motivation
What moves them to feel
Residuals of infancy
Someone didn't love me I think

Not knowing what is real

And what is mere imagination unfettered
The center cannot hold
The band plays on without an audience or ear
While a dry wind blows tumble weeds
Across an empty road
The poet is empty
As the wind in an empty place

In space

An empty road
The poet is an empty barrel
Who sounds a loud dry belch
Himself becomes in the same breath
A rattling bush
Rolling across a mirrored landscape
Where lotus eaters languish and children anguish

To hear rusty hinges whine

KLK