Apes of Wrath

Primates who migrate the ages,

Darwin & Steinbeck’s pages

Appendages, on bended knees

Losing touch with origin, these disenchanted species

Chasing their evolutionary tale

Twist to the petty, one fortnight war machine

Pretty pennies, celebrities

Misguided revolutions : Revelation, 14:19

Foolish monks

Draw lines in sand;

               Dig for treasure, sever thine own tree

for black liquid vice, negate sea ice

Consume the coffee, yet spill the beans

A chimp off Life’s building blocks

Day of Reckoning:

               Poor Farm Animals

               Versus Millionaire Baboons

Fearing Holy Ghost of Tom Joad

These apathetic apes, the chain’s apex

Traded RNA and DNA

for “TNA” and TNT

As the willow weeped, the wind did sweep

The Dust Bowl, now clean

Out of reason, out of mind

Lost ourselves in the Hollywood and Vine

Atomic timeline

“We” became “I”

Recession

In full swing

Set our sights aimed high

Nary a worry that chains would break

Rode the carousel

Nary a thought that’d stop spinning

I’ve let them slide

Where’ve they gone?

There are bases yet to touch

Trees to climb, new vantage points

Paths to cut, destinations unknown
Buried are life’s pleasures, treasures and scraped knees

Scarred badges of our youthful honor

Where’ve they gone?

Playing house was prison

Flags to capture, taking Risks

Sinking Battleships

The only controllers, our joysticks

…and diamond stones may break me, but

Where’ve you gone?

The Konami code of conduct 

I was up, you were up

I was down, you were down

Marched to: Left, right, left, right, B, A, Start

We traded cards and cartridges

Not cars and stocks

Forgive me

If I’ve dropped the ball

unaware of this new game we were playing

If I’ve had too much fun asking

what, when, why, where and how

Now

Here with these 8 bits of memories

Hanging with these monkeys in bars

Conversing with invisible friends

on a ball field, overgrown

“Ghost runner on first”

Did I miss life’s dinner bell?

Have I lost my sense to find home?

My affection for sights, sounds and smells

Dusk beckoning your mother once yelled

I remember the youthful you,

Wish you would too

May have missed the bus

No one told me that recess was over

Imperial Ides of March

One Jedi Symphony of the Knight

Tattooine terra cotta fruition

Midi-chlorian counts and Dooku

Fear, paths to choose

For the council is wary

These noble men, know not loss

Stripped of maternal benevolence

Amorous Amidala and ambitious malevolence

Under Y-Wing, Conductor Sith

Galactic dominoes, Chancellor of chance

Order of Williams 66^th

Force fortissimo, violin violence

Dark Side full

He holds no quarter, that’s no moon

Rebel Hope, lurking

Lords and lack of faith, disturbing

Conspirators of the Senate

Those lean in look are yonder

Duel of the Fates:

Holy Son versus Heavenly Father

Savior to kin, Anakin

Death for Republic to begin again

A grounded Skywalker

Et tu, Luke?

Then fall, Emperor

"Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own"

Where the Wolf lies

Traffic pack, Chase, Inc.

The cloned animal of daily rue

fighting for scrap, on morning feast

a three pieced, concrete forest yeast

Devour to survive

Alpha male dons Oxford pelt

untamed, yet trained to toxic trains

Corporate hound, loco motivations

perched on backlogs and paper trees

Signature stamp to manage mud

a paw print to page

Disguised mime, bides the time

canine to five

Do they know, this beast in riposte,

is amiable to vampyre and vice?

Amorous, novelty price to pay

…but plays, on his own

A Count, not a drag

Shimmering sea permeates the blind

Orifice on the dam of office den

Sunlight prisoner

Permanent slave to the temporal

Lo, and Be.

Sun set, a horizon stretch

Domestic dogs, fetch the cache

Leftover aromas: A round table,

pound pups of night

Under light bulb, foolish moon

Cerebral prey, long-tooth prowls

The hunt begins:

Inaudible ink howl

Where the Wolf lies

his bridges fall deaf on ear

American Jack in London exile

Call of the Mild

A Muse, Me.

Aoede

Listen, do I

Pale blue song to fruit

Intoxicating citrus, orchestra orchard

Rotten apple of my eye

Clio

Wind whispers from yesteryear

Failures and flights, blights

To warning sign creator

Danger: Paths Ahead

Callipoe

Soft embrace of pen

Elegant, bleeding red ink

Educate, assimilate emotion

Lines, texts and weights

Erato

Canadian goose

Chest sinks with splendor

You’ve my heart in noose

I, the grateful lender

Polyhymnia

Hypnotic hypocrite

Blind indoctrination to youth

Index appendage pointed at mirror

See through crusade canon myth

Thalia

Jester half

Cynical side split

For knife, or for laugh?

Rousing applause

Melpomene

Black Dahlia

Death gowned reaper in mind

Lay with I

Stare the abyss, Eye stare back

Urania

Miss Understood

Understudy, understands

Zephyrs blow your seashell

Quietly into my abode

Terpischore

Interpretive, fool of beauty

Permeating ballet on ventricle

Swan Mistake

Pirouette á la secondé, grandé

Finalé!

Euterpe

Aoede’s abortion

Auditory atrocity for modern year

Populace vote, lost peers

Pierced Van Gogh ears

Cut it off.

…listen

Miss Universe

Meteor shower tears, opaque canvas

Her flowing, evening gown shimmered so bright

At the center of those cloudy nebulae white

               Black hole pupil, planet iris eyes

What the matter, my dear?

Our conversation midst

               an oblivious summer midnight crowd

Humming passer byes, 4 wheeled fireflies

Their eyes fixed on terra cotta ground

“O Brion, fasten your belt

for the ride

Quite ambitious of you,

child

To embrace and observe, why

And all ‘tis that I do”

Talent portion of the show

Tap dancing illuminates and magic tricks

Silent songs, symphony stringed spiral

Movement No. 6:

               Chaos in the Key of B

Harmony

No swimming for suits

She holds the cards

We, Pisces in a Starry Night

Her Van Gogh fish

“Not a rendezvous

Kiss the wind, any time

               any continuum

               your space, well as mine”

Endless beauty pageant

One contestant competing herself

Parading the grand stage

               Amongst billions of spotlights

But, how many viewers?

I gazed the twinkle in her eye

               she’d always win 1^st prize

Then, gave me a smile

Just for a little, eternal while

Remote Control (A short story prose)

I watched a man
through a moth covered window screen
He was changing channels

What was he searching for?
Never stopping to see what the light had to offer
Just moving, drifting
without a destination

I wondered:
Is this how he lived his entire life?
Has he simply gone through the motions?
My presumption eluded to such

What a sad state of affairs, if it were true

His thumb was systematic
Switch.
Pause...
Switch.
Pause...

Has this man ever glanced at a violet
and walked by without embracing it's intoxicating aroma?
Did he ever gaze at the cosmos
without pondering how small and relatively insignificant he really is?

Distraction permeated the air
Thoughts of simple beings
Offspring, ex-spouses, lovers and bills

It's no wonder he was so guarded.

I felt as if I were
floating, nearly hovering over him
Screaming a whisper that said: "STAND UP AND EMBRACE MOBILITY!"
but in a completely different dimension that he didn't hear

Oddly enough we existed on the same plane
even though I felt the rift between us.
His body remained still, his thumb changed the channels
My brain cycled through various thoughts
We were almost in synchronization for a small time

Neither of us settled
Him, on a channel
Me, on a thought

Were we actually so different?