sustaining order…

there are
no prophets
outside my door
nor
wise men
expounding great truths
just
a pack
of
fools
drooling words
like
some poisonous dragon
waiting
to devour
helpless prey
prey
stunned
by
their noxious existence
in a world
once
claimed
to be
full of promise
but
the promise
was
just
snake oil
sweet to the taste
but
unable
to heal
a damn thing
but
people
still queue up
to buy
other’s packaged dreams
many
on
bended knees
others
waving flags
or
hand printed posters
designating
their
personal
causes
usually written
with
eye-catching clauses
conveying
preprogrammed beliefs
that
they never
understood
they
merely
accepted
so
now they walk
single file
into
the abyss

i have it on good authority…

i have it on good authority

ask any
proper adult
and
they will assure you
that the last dragon
died years ago
but
ask
any child
who knows
words to speak
and
whose eyes
have searched the clouds
and you will hear
quite a different story
you will hear of
dragons galore
in every form possible
doing things forbidden
even
i’ve heard
on sundays
but
that is quite
a different matter
my point being
dragons are
as they say
among us
but
their rediscovery
requires
removing the veil
of mature reality
and
reclaiming thoughts
of youth
and
then
and only then
can you see
the dragons
whose fiery breaths
light up the skies

tree house…

the leaves
like some broken patchwork
permitted light
to touch his face
forming shadows
of fine black lace
which caused the sun to wink at him
through these portholes
he saw the sky
the endless sea
of dreams untold
where clouds
were knights
and dragons bold
where he a boy could fly each day
but then
all too very soon
the night had cast
it’s spell on time
and from his tree
he had to climb
downward
towards his fate with men
unable is he
to climb that tree
which led to dreams
that are untold
for now it’s limbs
refuse to hold
the boyish man
who tries to climb
now another
will climb his tree
permitting light
to touch his face
and from the sky
a dream embrace
before the night
can cast it’s spell