Culture Growth

I mock you all too frequently,
            if to bless is to endorse
            to this I prescribe
            all my earthly possessions
     (which)
     become nought in the light of expansion –
from here to there
across land borders
erected in jest

          when drunken ancestors kicked the ball
          of others
          into far flung fields – 

whilst mother carved the turkey
father carved the land, and still
                               babybaby,
                               by the fire
                               eyes ablaze with all to come – 

the endless murder
                 unblinking,
                        a pick at the carcass,
quadruples his luck in gambling halls
paid for sexual experience
before commencing mass extermination

like dandelion seeds catch cut
                        summer breath
          he too will grip the throat
                          of the closest,
                                         poorest,
                                             most vulnerable –
          spit in their faces,
  mock them instead.


Alexis

kenshin sumitaku saint poems 7, 8

7.                                                
 every object being something to write of          
 but the words are only a silly broke line         
 as the eye gets heavy,                            
 as the object is moved,    
 as the eye is myself, but I cannot see it, me     
 the things to write of                            
 this curtain                                      
   had I strength
     would open                                    
                                                   
8.
 yes    stop
the boundary, that means
 no motion

 this barely an
 end    a
 begin  being

 made to renounce
 I
 make   do