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Reptiles & Dust - Twenty-two through Forty-two (Free verse) by Wulf
Twenty-two
Life is a circle
triangles create missed opportunity
a confusion of ends
Children have sex
transcendental beasts
devour one another
mysticism is not created of purpose
Gods do not attend meetings
Twenty-three
Interview is a relatively new art form
raising us up to the level
of soap opera cartoon characters
excuse me while i depersonalize
he reawoke in 1971
put that thing back in his pants
shot the television set
Twenty-four
Police cars pulling away
man Children in the back seat
tied in handcuffed and caught
with dangerous bits of contraband
rubber bands paper clips and pot
the cops look bored
yet properly grim and intent
Twenty-five
We don't seek truth
when a proof of lies
better serves us
language is a hanging of words
bleached and out to dry
what man sees sets him apart
is fool enough not to be embarrassed
Twenty-six
To know a person
one requires only a catalog of fears
from these chosen are we made
our lives set on specific path
that we might learn this and
refuse to manufacture chaos
in our lives is highly unlikely
Twenty-seven
Some days dawn occurs
certainly outside our knowing
when this happens to me
coffee cup in hand
tenderlights squeeze themselves
a caress of starshine
to verify the safe passage of night
Twenty-eight
Whom seeks ends
will necessarily be caught in the middle
those whom reach
will of necessity outreach themselves
there may never have been more
than needs to acquire
yet fraught with human desire
Twenty-nine
This hyacinth root appears
tangle of Earth and worm
as some grave reminder
safe from my spade
and returned yet
that i might savor its scent
enjoy its death of flower
Thirty
Guilt is the ultimate fool's game
dignity of purpose
loyalty to self
an inner sense of spiritual fidelity
when divorced from the physical
there are no rules
and vision awaits
Thirty-one
There are angry men underneath us
hideous threatening masques
fathers and mentors
seducers who stole our women
mother before us all after until
the masque removed are we
faces and soon to become
Thirty-two
The danger in seeing
lies in being seen
one's detractors and protectors
capable of accidental ambush
all in all a prison mentality
neighborhood and nation
sins of the dry snitch
Thirty-three
They pervert our sensibilities
media and politicians
diddle themselves and each other TV
there is a black hole in my life
altar of utter imperfection
this platform of their device
is been and forever OFF
Thirty-four
We don't play with stick men
poke us in the eye
throw stones through our window
born and satisfied to move
away cornered and treed
whose hounds are slain
this doorstep of hell
Thirty-five
Tongue of serpent
a grotto mouth
iniquitous in all ways
come to burn David's Children
she stands as proof of the day
power corrupts
no favor of gender
Thirty-six
Alone violin
centuries know my name
the woman who came
to couple my heat with desire
'tween the cheek of her skin
her breasts breathing in
we made music and set it afire
Thirty-seven
There is ground above us
a river stronger than blood
these we feel and certainly know
we are inadequate by comparison
we may drown in the Earth
bury ourselves in the river
continents divide us knot
Thirty-eight
By which voice will we be known
which skin shed outgrown
she chooses a delicacy of sentiment
gathers dust from a fallen leaf
raises it to her eyes
kisses it away to fall once more
and names it happiness
Thirty-nine
Application of glitter
will not hide a tear
nor death a stone
with a predilection to gild
are faces painted and waxed
platitudes kept in towering stacks
a sprinkling for appearance sake
Forty
Only man would pursue wisdom
solely to pursue wisdom
only would he name it
perfidy destroy what was made
invent Gods in his likeness
call to arms angels in the ground
all animals argue with themselves
Forty-one
These Children came up wild
for their father refused to teach them
he joined them instead
protected them from those who would
that Children might show him the way
so they did and a merry band
of singers and players... awake
Forty-two
Dynamics of performance
these may be plied
never fully understood
there is no constant law of variables
yet that is all there is
the secrets of all actors
are what they don't know
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