Collision

And as I steadied myself on the wind-broken precipice, a vision so striking laid before me: where the midnight salt has engulfed all and sundry in darkness, merely sparing a slight strand of moonlight; where the workings of a force so succinct in its anger are rising and reeling in wind and water, merely sparing this jutting piece of earth; where vehement seas rage in my face- which is but a staid universe in the making- only the nose twitching to the cold- leaving only me to hear; to ponder the chaos of nature; the nature of nature; where these exploding waves are rushing at another- that progeny is crushed against her predecessor- that enemy within her brood. Only for one to realize this phenomenon hovered outside reason, outside law- across the interregnum into our human physics- that

These are tides crossing;
Mother and Child colliding;
Extending the ire.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:58 pm

  Again

The distinct smell of lilac pervade; a fragrance
Fluttering like gilded butterflies across rooms
Of infinite spaces; with dusty age hovering as
Humans blazing by on some lazy churchyard court.

It is not the dust that matters; but the new-
Year mood people clad in sunshine-red take
To this place of beds and disinfectants; gaunt
Bodies; half a foot down-under in hard concrete.

Gerontophilia rears its head- this time- every
Year; perhaps happiness in the making; some
tremendous comfort or otherwise; to quell the
Sobs struggling in wheelchairs and lone blankets.

For a while, a pictureperfect moment is put on;
In a snapshot of gratification; what asian values
We all have- confucius could be proud. Angbaos;
Oranges; the banal greetings; they help to make

The day better; Yet when the sun
Sets- the cold will descend again.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:23 pm

  Villains

On a scattered page of prose
In some fairy tale far away,

Nature took a life of her own- softly
Whispering; as castles came crumbling
Down- flaps of words- unyielding in silence;
Blood brewing on a stove; red hood baking
In the oven; grandma in her sandals- reliving
Her eleventh hour; the pumpkin crushed
In the maw of a lupine man; tedious men
Gracing the courts of sisters illegitimate;
And the mephitic curses of cruel mothers;
Converge upon a candy house of lamb
Sleeping; gazing into a world oneiric;
Untouched by these dirty hands; only
To kick the bucket when his farmer
Approaches; with a knife and slaughter.

And as prose drew life from his world
Into ours, we shut our books and think
We remember villains better.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 8:35 pm