The Men, Condemned

A masquerade of menace,

the massacre of meaning,

the men, condemned,

can comprehend

the killer queens’

cruel keening.


Though words may weather

through a storm,

notes need never

find a form,

the men, condemned,

play ‘Let’s Pretend’,

their deities, demeaning.




This is the zenith,

the mountain peak,

this is of what your

ambition reeks,

this is the zenith,

your man-about-town,

be careful what you wish for,

it’s a long way down.


This is the zenith,

king of the hill,

big fish, small pond,

never standing still,

this is the zenith,

the killer in the clown,

be careful what you wish for,

it’s a long way down.


This is the zenith,

an untrustworthy messiah,

this is the zenith,

you can’t get any higher,

this is the zenith,

and if you don’t want to drown,

be careful what you wish for,

it’s a long way down.




What Was in That?

Think game, think movie, what the player or audience,

Failed to see, the extra life, the hidden key, the lies,

What was it they intended to experience exactly?

Is there some familiarity or even believability?

I guess we start with the plane, or what was left of it,

It would be kind of stupid to ask how it got there

(As it appears to have crashed, considering its state.

But there is history here because that was some time ago,

There are signs of deterioration, corrosion, graffiti,

Left by the foolish who have let their presence be known.

Other than the curiosities, like how anyone managed

To get here, the jungle-esque lagoon atop an impossible mountain,

There remains the question of where anyone found,

Spray paint and if this was a game – what was the point?

What was the paint’s intended use if not for vandalism?

And if it was art, then there is no one to see that either.

Should we be more concerned with the eleven foot tall

Killer squirrel or the fact that there does not appear to be,

Anything with which to repair the puncture that has deflated

Inflatable Steve?