Poetry
By
David Hunter Sutherland ©1997
Power
Sinocherub
No Yin, No Yang
No Heaven, No Hell,
The cherished way in..
Is the only way out.
As I'm listening to this chorus
Biting nails at your birth,
Tearing the flesh beneath soft cuticle,
Saving blessings in a jar.
No up-up, just down
Blow the whistle of your waterline
Time the clamor of your pipes,
Oil the creaking in your gait,
swish-swish.
Now,
Just the nasty pieces,
Hardened clavicle for flesh
Chitin for nipple.
Shards and straights that post-up
This lean-to of bones.
Creasing the limbs, dragging the loins,
Drawn and quartered to a faint commingling
Of puddle into puddle.
There..over there..a face,
Dear mother, Glorious Father,
All bets are off.
Crossing Veins
We shake
the membranes
rave &
yawp.
Dream
average monoamine drawl,
skim neural
lengths on skin disfigured,
chain
forward - pensive in our walks.
Through
eyes & hands mis-fitted genes,
through
viral network patchwork trees,
on knotted
blood arrays turned cancer,
I was
betrayed,
I do
recall,
you can
remember,
please
understand.
Down smoke
ducts trained a constant fifth,
died thirty
- forty years, yet lived,
embalmed
the spleen, encased the liver,
made taunt
of lung and heart and life,
Now time
has warranted this change,
a season
spent (in crossing veins)
is stroke a
cord, innate by law,
must step
aside,
au revoir,
goodbye.
Humor Me
Tell me
sprites are
fairies
truth and
fantasy - the same,
childhood
heroes walk in Macy's
anniversary
parade.
Show me,
melodrama
Hamlet's
final fatal act,
maudlin
magic, mystery, either
rift or
raft.
Offer me
assumptions,
vague
expressions on your face
desperate
feelings for another-
time and
place.
Make me
your
Quixote
riding
windmills to defeat,
your boy
wonder masked and naked,
trick or
treat.
Mention
your
devotion
vacant
corollaries and stares
mouth your
praise in disillusions'
empty words
And
Humor me
one last
time,
say,
"I am all you will ever need,"
better,
whisper that you love me
or simply
leave...