The Upturned Palms of Literacy.
This thing we know,
To know; To own.
It’s mine, this mind from which these
words
leap forth with fervor,
server to her,
who is their master. Faster on,
Oh Lettered Heralds, ‘pon feet
of fettered gossamer. The last of
honesty in fading, dimming light of
morning, mourning what
was lost in trusting, doing what
is known and must be harkened
on in dusted trussing,
crumbling down up the
hearth.
Twisting, curling graying memories
pressed to paper with self same
lettering, kneeling for the eyes of
better men. Women in their shifting
shifts, with linguistic whips and swishing
hips of seductive language, hang their
pains with nails naught of copper, but of
literary fodder. All the hotter
grows the ember. Better, then,
to not remember but instead to
pass asunder, to the one who’s fingers
fester with the urge to push out words.
Produce the mind for purchase while the purchasers
lose their own. Home to ownership,
owning ships that sail the public sea,
seeming seaworthy, and sliding softly into
the upturned palms of literacy. They
may all read the thoughts that sit, placated
on the pallid page.
Pustules of protest,
capsules of contemplation, dressed in
consternation,
alliteration, all accoutrements for a
coup de tat, housed in a box with a bow.
And arrow, pointed pointedly the way the
compass shows, too loud to hear,
to soft to ignore, the shower falling to the
floor.
The owner, owning.
Selling what is owned.
Moaning in libation to the
stationary on the table,
able to create and yet unable
to sate the hunger in the
belly of humanity: knowledge,
wisdom,
aNaRcHy in letters, all the better
not to remember?
But instead to
pass asunder, to the one who’s fingers
fester with the urge to push out
words.
Irritably impatient
ReplyDeleteI'm lazy lousy and loud
When I'm forced to feed on filler
Just to keep myself around
But easily replaced and vacant
I'm nothing if not proud
Enough to die just to prove that my convictions
They are sound
"then we’d all have whatever we need, whenever we needed it. But that would just be ludicrous in a capitalist society, wouldn’t it?"
ReplyDeleteLess inspiring possibly?