Sunday, November 27, 2022
I really mean it
Monday, October 31, 2022
The Prophet
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Rich Coast Gambling
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Colonel of Truth
What is a dative
That was his quiz
Drilling, jabbing, spitting pride
Supposedly to prove a point
An imaginary point, too
Something to do with the sign of the cross
But most likely to convince his opponent
He knows better than everyone in the room
While he sits on his couch
Next to his doormat
And doting disciple
The unholy trinity
Of He, Helpmeet, and ὕβρις
Parrot Disease
I wish there was an easy way to say this, but John was right about the jailor.
Tireless propaganda tames all but the few whose faith is whole.
I remember you well. I don’t remember everything,
but what I remember from back then is the same I heard today.
You are hurt. Nobody responds to your stupid texts.
Nobody calls you, or checks in, or pays you a visit, or invites you over.
Always deflecting. Always insulting. Always hearing but not listening.
Always gaslighting. Always the victim. Always the expert. Always the same.
Fifty-eight minutes is all it took to remember why your four distanced themselves.
In your eyes the four are Stewards. Milk does feed calves and dung does not.
Always reformed but never reforming, and trying to make them think.
That milk is the same sort of thing as sweat or dung.
One is always the soldier at war. One is always attacked. One is always justified.
That one is a horrible human being. Not horrible, as in wicked—
—horrible in the sense of pathetic, and mean, and hypocritical,
and self-aggrandizing, and argumentative, and petty, and embarrassing.
This is why your four don’t bother with you anymore.
Tireless propaganda tames all but the strong whose hearts they break.
Friday, August 26, 2022
Seven letters plus I
I see your lines, circles, crescent moons and stars, all commenting on your new creation
Looking closely at each letter to learn what's in them for you
Of the holy one, the true one, you underline with dark blue ink as one who knew life itself
Vindicate them, you highlight, as one who appreciates the lord's faithfulness to his people
Every page is saturated with ball-pointed feelings of childlike curiosity and trust
You valued the cost of the crown of life more than the acceptance of this world
Over and over, and over again, a star marks wisdom for your own application
Unlike the one who abandoned his first love, you now shine like the son, having been faithful unto death
Saturday, August 20, 2022
Unscramble
Seflak is such a strange name
the odd letter functioning like a grade
upon its academic work.
I see the CD in the Ugandan’s hand.
And I don’t know how critical I should be.
Will that, too, produce another failure?
One can only hope my restructuring in pdf will be read
not just downloaded and tucked away down F’s memory hole
as another box checked to boast and know it all
Perhaps when my publication is for sale
Seflak will start paying attention
and stop ignoring our differences
and adopt me as a Sealak