there would be a secret
and finally a melting
that would give voice
and direction
by late afternoon
the crows get impatient
the sky fills
with sound
but this is not about
the species
or
looking for excuses
a blue ridge
near the sun
is only
one perception
bare maple tops
dance
crow wings
a background
there are
no revelations
in any
of this
open the window
for any answer
you think
you're missing
--- e b bortz
(published in opednews.com, Feb 27, 2011)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
no one said breaking conventional wisdom would be easy
first find a flotation device
another body and/or a kayak
then leave the glamour addiction
(publishers clearinghouse lost your address)
mainstream news insight
has the regularity of a good bowel movement
(reluctant hurrah for polyethylene glycol)
ignore them all
empty the mindless comfortable mindset
official lies jargon schemes
to confuse and dismember
if necessary where headphones
find others reaching
throw them a line
grab their hand
we'll all tow together
--- e b bortz
(published in opednews.com, Feb 22, 2011)
another body and/or a kayak
then leave the glamour addiction
(publishers clearinghouse lost your address)
mainstream news insight
has the regularity of a good bowel movement
(reluctant hurrah for polyethylene glycol)
ignore them all
empty the mindless comfortable mindset
official lies jargon schemes
to confuse and dismember
if necessary where headphones
find others reaching
throw them a line
grab their hand
we'll all tow together
--- e b bortz
(published in opednews.com, Feb 22, 2011)
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
there were reasons
not understood then
but clear now
of how it was
to be alone
so alone
even mute
among peers
at risk
was my well hidden
teenage vulnerability
a pinsetter with quick hands
hopping between the lanes
squeezed between
turnpikes & freight trains
coughing acid smokestacks
i looked at the many roads
as invitations
we hitchhiked one morning
& crashed one saturday afternoon
in akron
found some couches unitarians
& upper middle-class trappings
i thought everyone
but the thin man
was missing the obvious
it was prettified as needed
but there were
no truths
and the soldiers
on their way to death
knew by instinct
how the lies
were constructed
to save the bigger lies
& it became plain
that my body
would never mesh
ben got off work
at j & L steel
& brought eleanor
and hash
& zucchini
to my frying pan
and we laughed
at the idea that
friends last
through mornings
& revolutions
even when
(especially when)
no one has
any answers
ben tried his dissertation
in the soot
on the window pane
eleanor went back
to westchester county new york
the summer heat
broke
like an unexpected monsoon
waking up the voices
lost & found
trailing off
neath fires
seeded by clouds
& restless bodies
and what burned away
only
were the phony words
of gray shark-skin suits
the renaissance had speared its own
edifices
seen for what they were
& soon forgotten
but the coal barges kept pushing
heaped on autopilot
past the abandoned and forsaken
sewers overflowing
new models of the same vintage
deconstructed blooming mills
left only with riverbanks
of willows
breathing
speaking
for us all
--- e b bortz
but clear now
of how it was
to be alone
so alone
even mute
among peers
at risk
was my well hidden
teenage vulnerability
a pinsetter with quick hands
hopping between the lanes
squeezed between
turnpikes & freight trains
coughing acid smokestacks
i looked at the many roads
as invitations
we hitchhiked one morning
& crashed one saturday afternoon
in akron
found some couches unitarians
& upper middle-class trappings
i thought everyone
but the thin man
was missing the obvious
it was prettified as needed
but there were
no truths
and the soldiers
on their way to death
knew by instinct
how the lies
were constructed
to save the bigger lies
& it became plain
that my body
would never mesh
ben got off work
at j & L steel
& brought eleanor
and hash
& zucchini
to my frying pan
and we laughed
at the idea that
friends last
through mornings
& revolutions
even when
(especially when)
no one has
any answers
ben tried his dissertation
in the soot
on the window pane
eleanor went back
to westchester county new york
the summer heat
broke
like an unexpected monsoon
waking up the voices
lost & found
trailing off
neath fires
seeded by clouds
& restless bodies
and what burned away
only
were the phony words
of gray shark-skin suits
the renaissance had speared its own
edifices
seen for what they were
& soon forgotten
but the coal barges kept pushing
heaped on autopilot
past the abandoned and forsaken
sewers overflowing
new models of the same vintage
deconstructed blooming mills
left only with riverbanks
of willows
breathing
speaking
for us all
--- e b bortz
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