Eclogue

 
Recalcitransitory word bubbles
Such a dovecote of lies
And a blight of didactic, dissatisfied thought
Moral originality fades, declines
Providence us no longer timeless
My infelicities discarded
I retreat to my true philosophy
Unlimited by my range of perception
Back to particles elemental
I will not join the minds left empty
             and vacant of any flowering
Ad infinitum
 
Originally published on Guy Farmer’s Poems & Poetry Blog
Second publication The Dead by Tara Lynn Hawk
 

Untitled #3

 
There exists
Those who wish to manifest
Everything from lawless nothing
Creating their own Scylla and Charybdis
I seek the forest as Muse
And smash society’s cement knot
                   of aimless materialism
 
Originally published on Guy Farmer’s Poems & Poetry Blog
Second publication The Dead by Tara Lynn Hawk
 

Iphigenia

 
Empty, blood splattered altar
Created out of man’s own desire of glory
Her own father left reason itself sepulchred
   in a tandem endless
It’s funeral dirge squashed
   by wind and wave
 
Originally published on Occulum
Second publication The Dead by Tara Lynn Hawk
 

Interview

 
You look right for the part
But we have concerns
Just what, if anything, have you been doing with your life?
Are you taking any psychotropic meds?
Are you a “team player”?
Can you skate backwards?
Will you make coffee runs?
How do you feel about quinoa?
Are you a Marxist?
Do you feel there ever was a clear blueprint for the dictatorship of the proletariat?
But most important
Will you take the rap for the rest of us?
 
Originally published on Spilling Cocoa over Martin Amis
Second publication The Dead by Tara Lynn Hawk
 

Bitty Surrealist Poem

 
Stark black rosary of isolation
Toes submerged in trees of dryer sheets
Naked sand peas
Callus belief exposed
Soak in the gasoline of discard
Rinse
Repeat
 
Originally published on Uut
Second publication in The Dead by Tara Lynn Hawk