prepress conference notes…

copyright 2013 cwmartin

no time
to bury
the bodies
war
often
precludes
moral rites
anyway
desert sands
will soon
reclaim
what is
rightfully
owned
by god
and
perhaps
the winds
will carry
their last breaths
to those
they loved
leaving
infinite kisses
upon their lips
or
curses
to the ears
of elected madmen
the madmen
who sent them here
madmen
hidden behind
corporate doors
busily writing
treaties
for
eternal enemies
a marriage of convenience
during these
hard economic times
treaties written
with words
like
wedding vows
vows written
on rice paper
consummated
with ready cash
and
assured with
a chastity belt
of
armored tanks

holy ground…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2011

will they bury
their corporate lies
next to the dreams
of peace
long rotted
in the ground
of hope
will they place
copper coins
of despair
atop
sky blue eyes
of naiveté
tossing
the white sands
of belief
into open graves
sands
collected
from the arena
of life
where holy words
mold chains
of obedience
to a caesar
long dead
murdered
by a friend
for reasons
clear
to those
in-the-know
unlike those
waiting
under
godless
steeples
while
their god
waits
outside

photo props…

 

after each election
i bring out my camera
and begin
to photograph
the life-size
one-size-fits-all
photo cutout
that winners
regardless of
party affiliation
place their heads in
shortly after reaching office
i had hoped
that someone
would have taken the time
to clean off
those unsightly stains
left by so many wars
or
at least
would have removed
those tattered rags
of the poor
left scattered at the bottom
of this cardboard facade
of democracy
but
that didn’t happen
but
i did notice
that the dollar bills
that were tossed around
from corporate pockets
had been swept up
that did improve the quality
of the image somewhat
but
the lighting was not
at all to my liking
it’s hard
to get a good shot
when the only flash
you have
is provided
by 
tomahawk missiles

corporate dining…

 the caramelized words
on his plate
made him quite queasy
he had eaten crow before
but this
was different
this was something
served up by a committee
that he was to accept
without question
or reflection
it was the company’s stew
and even though it was raw
or at best
half-baked
he was required
to accept it if he wanted
another meal
so
like
a good boy
he was forced to swallow it
along with
his pride

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!

obituary …

Image from asiancorrespondent.com

don quixote
a retired country gentleman
a soldier for truth and justice
died this year
while fighting windmill-dreams
he was assigned to a company
of dreamers
believing that mankind could be saved
but somewhere along the line
lost his shield of faith
and so was easily forced into his grave
by insurgent corporate prostitutes
governmental goat herders
and one-way thinking priests
long before the battle had ended
his heart gave way
and could not heal
from the debt of hopes unfulfilled
and scorn of his past lovers
who promised undying love
but merely gave lethal support
quickly reaching for his purse
upon his death
finding only a daydreamer’s lint
in his ragged pockets
and so they cursed his name
as if he were the villain
not them
but that is the course of life
and history
good is met with evil
and evil
notifies the next of kin