a request for redress…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

now lord
i know
you’re supposed
to be
all knowing
but
i’d still
like
for you
to check
my personal data
in
your
final judgement book
where
you will notice
that
i
have
rarely complained
about
your
divine
wisdom
oh
i know
as
a youth
i complained
about
3.2 beer
and
that
whole acne thing
resulting
in
your version
of
mandatory teenage celibacy
but
this
is
about
a serious design flaw
that
you made
during
that
whole creation thing
a problem
i’m sure
you don’t have
but
ask
a member
of
your trinity party
for
verification
of
my
little
beef
simply put
i
cannot reach
the
center
of
my back
to
scratch it
when
i have
an itch
this
significant design flaw
which
is
not only true
in humans
since
i have noticed
that
other creatures
demonstrate
the same problem
thus
having
to revert
to using trees
and
such
to scratch
their backs
now
since
some of us
have
evolution
you could remediate
this problem
without
calling attention
to
your initial mistake
as for
those
of us
in
the here and now
i humbly
suggest
that you
daily
send down
angels
to relieve
our
center
spine woes
oh
and
if it’s not
asking too much
could
you pass
this
modest
proposal onto
the other
divine beings
as
a
public service
pronouncement

cliché…

watching
patterns
on
the ceiling
candlelight dancers
flickering
like
memories
and
sweet words
heard
so
long ago
friends
forever
lovers
for
the moment
tantalizing
touches
passion
has a way
of
arbitrating
with
reason
youth
has little
to do with it
but
provides
a time-tested
excuse
readily accepted
in
most circles
of
society
except for
a few
hardline
religious zealots
who
rarely
approve
of
anything
but they
end up
like
the melted wax
upon
my floor
cold
solidified
paraffin postures
of
humanity
never
really enjoying
the
flames

cover-up…

cover-up

as soon as
i walked
towards
the porch
aunt bea
started laughing
i
tried
to ask why
but
between bouts
of laughter
all she could
say
was
wait
oh
my dear
please wait
once
she had reached
the giggle-only-stage
she said
even with all
the cruelty
in the world
there are
reminders
of youth
that can make
even
the coldest
of hearts warm
and child
even tho
turtlenecks
are out of style
you’ll need
to wear one
well
at least until
those hickies
heal

sacrifice of the wicked….

 

A Classic Art ChallengeHere we are at the final round of another poetry challenge between my good friend  Jade and myself. This time, the writing has been prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have!

Today’s painting is:  The Sacrifice of Isaac by Caravaggio

who is this god
of yours
that continues
to ask
that our youth
be sent into battle
as if
merely casting
sand into the eyes of death
is your god
so weak
that the strength
of mortal men
is needed to defend
his heavenly fortress
is this sacrifice
for a god
or men
men who have made
a god
in their
own image

a child of war…

Image from National Post

a child
stood looking
out a window
into the fear of youth
asking why
and how
death
had found
his home
carrying his father
into the darkness
of the light
and i
had no answers
do
you