Friday, February 10, 2017

2 poems

by jack dale coody

illustrations by konrad kraus


who is this “i”
that walks the earth?
blind from eternity
cursed from birth

who is he
who follows my steps
moloch’s henchman
satan’s adept?

who is that walking
along the shore
silently laughing
keeping score?

who is she
who knows my fears
but when i approach her


people do the best they can
some collect bottle caps, some are baseball fans
they have been taught not to just scream and shout
so they need to find something to talk about

they sit on benches and wait for rides
because they have no place to hide
and when they get to where they are going
they forget what they were supposed to be knowing

they sit upright on sofas and chairs
drink chamomile tea and eat chocolate eclairs
discuss the weather and the harvest of grapes
as breezes caress the drawing room drapes

long ago and far away
madam sent the servants away
shut up the rooms except three or four
now they wait for armaggedon’s roar

why did humans come down from the trees
to be seduced by eternities
expecting things that don’t exist
very well, my dear, if you insist

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