Mandatum (Message in the White Noises)

Life silenced in a digital age
Occupied desolation defined
Streaming your problems in real time is America’s new masturbation

Lost scream of poor boy brass horns and cords ripped from
guitar strings no longer thrive in the afterglow of swollen hate
Choked down with tear drench sobriety
The shuttle cock haunts my wisdom

Stick figures and muffled voices caught in my safety net
Tapping on the pane of this window
My shoe doesn’t fit right
Still it is my first spring in this new sweater

Hands on my face point away each hour
These are just shadows
These are just mornings
These are like dreams

like mornings ….

like dreams ….

This is our eternally half awake Sunday kiss
Aged in realization
Only so much blame exist that is not my own

The water will not stop running till you turn the faucet
Turn it off to stop it, turn it on for more
Fill the sink
Drown personal uncertainty
Scrub your face clean with nightingale flesh
Listen to the sounds like ghost

Daydream in panic
Dark calm regards your mortality
Compassion is best exerted in selfish fits of need
Sleep light in the blue bird songs
Returned from a soul’s once winter

Wrap your spare key in last week’s news print
Dead plants mark you front door
Dead plants like evil flowers litter the steps
Dead plants poisoned by colorant folded over last week’s rumors and lies

Don’t raise your dirty feet into this bed
Dirty bloodied feet to stain white burial shrouds
Christ like feet stinking of rich oil from the dead woman’s
hair
Stinking of yesterday’s followers and cups of preserved
chocolate pudding

Still add all the numbers and it equals zero
Hunter to trail, he steps in each prey’s print
Mathematics have a strange way of decorating
Filling in blank space between one and the calculated you

More like trigonometry of the lost value
Of shared human equity and payment to a moral tax
Painted on cave walls in animal blood and berry pigment
Wretched brush, wretched minds

Unpaid sacrifice to your God and his little brother
And his working class father
And the keeper of the Inn who denied his mother
And the financial analyst holding down his tables

This your whispered sacred secrets
This your burning media obsession
Voices that help you understand your opinions
Rendered, when did you stop thinking for yourself?

God’s unpaid debt is growing
Happiness and wealth owed to everyone
Which slaves did your father chain?
Missing traced pictures are letters that never hold color of
truth

The artist pen is dry
Man’s passion stands in unformed lies
Good facades are rarely questions
Truths till he asks for his last cigarette

Can you point me in the direction that the other apostles took?
The child named tomorrow writes his thoughts on a wall in spray
paint
Labeled vandalism
Ugly words you give his dream

To linger too long at the kitchen sink
To scrub the flesh till you cannot tell the dried blood from
your own
Great Kings Illusion
Men sometimes must stand still

Mandatum (Message in the White Noises)

SolomonGrundy

Morristown, United States

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