clawBack the numBers

clawBack the numBers

sHe rises 'n falls
in music made
breaths in 'n out
expands the shudder
'til ceaseless contractions fade

all things come 'n go
in relation to each other

our brightest 'n best
paid to become like Gods in Egypt
rewarded with our affections
all of our most valuable artifacts
until they fall back to earth
in their Golden vessels
mumbling amongst themselves
raising the walls that separate us

the hungry dispossessed 'n unemployed
through policies 'n indignations
far too many to count

clawback the numbers
gnash the benefits 'n sureties
feed the gorgon institutions
as they blame the failed futures
on the backs
of people
even their tears are to be counted
in the red

when troubles come we strive 'n strain together
efforts to change
the lobbyist slinks apologies for the greed
no need to worry some one will come
to save the Gorgon, they ramble 'n roar

let the rivers flow fast to the sea
rise oh rise drastically
restless as the times which culminates in change
let our Banks be see through conveyors of our need
harbingers of change, agents our brothers
let the Governments fall where they may
back into your hands and mine, connected to our hearts with bright futures again

we are the makers of meaning 'n value
no one is apart from this

I'll lick the flame from your bleeding edge

we're gathered in that light
with Lunar whim
I lick the flame, a bated breath
an elemental need of your nether world
where stirs a glowing passion
for us to burn again

gathering our attentions
to the tensions rousing just below
with emotions cum hesitations and then
a transcendental drift, though a narcissism
runs a schism relentlessly through it

we dive deep together
until after we've 'come'
to our separate desperate ways;
a sycophant to a sociopath
a bleeding on the edge of pain
after a paradise of ave Marias
where we arouse it all over again

rapt inside with synaesthetic invigorations
overflowed, swelling, mingling
with restless meaning tingling, emptying
a flower that plumbs the depths of your Sea
with absolute surrender stuttering ecstatically

i remember she cries, lightning in her eyes
stars in her head, our rhythm makes a song
echo to the Tombs of the Nile Kings
shuddering their vessels to forever

wow mom!

mom called me this morning
Granma' died, 10 to 6 at 92
smaller than a child, she cried

a week earlier she'd said
'dress me in my best dress
lay me ready for my trip

put my ashes in the same urn
after I burn, no funeral for me
my husband, I go to see'

I recalled seven years before
when Granpa' was in the back ward
his memories unravelling with pain

he told of the long day 'n night
he crossed the White Horse plain
through bush n' snow to see her again --

their legacy of seventy years
in the embrace of this now empty space
their words of tender sweetness
whisper silently of undying love