romance, a thousand years later

wasn't it you that spoke of the miscarriage?
isn't that really a theme in your poems?
someone is always pregnant or losing a child
or having an abortion someone is menopausal
what is that if not a comment that its really over

so you had your one baby late in the game
and now he is close to the time he will leave
you as he should and you are now an advocate
for children in your work now aware
of the strands of impatience you once prized

did we share that bed last night?
I cannot dredge it up from the memory of that vision
you were there again we were still trying to figure
this out and that little girl she was still
in the other room dreaming about being real

how's the song go? imagine my surprise when I saw you
now that's a memory I'd rather live without, truly
I wish you'd recede into the distance on your red horse
you know the one if I'd recognized this a thousand years ago
I'd have cut your throat, after the rape of course

will I ever bleed out?

the centuries, part 1

the cheese stands alone
stinking in his poverty
millions of his minutes
taken by the aristocrats

the choir sings on fox
with a secret rage for
teenage girls and boys
glenn opens his box of

whoopass allowing the freaks
in egypt no chance of their
own choices only what's in
the air of repose that last
book of the new testament

where the conspircy theories
were first codified for the
entertainment of the masses
the original big budget movie
called apocalypse now

we've played this tune so many
years now the leaves falling
every october in the face of
someone's specific fear

is there a way out of this deck
can the cheese make a stand, alone
in the cyber farmyard having watched
his family destroyed by greed at
the top

the freaks walk through town
armed and dangerous clowns of stupidity
their children acting out in some hazy
understanding of what happened

in the towers of world commerce
they play chess for the big bucks and
the very expensive fucks leaving their
excrement as a special reward for those
to come

in the end I find myself
no better than nostradamus
cheesy in these unregarded
musings overlooked and diffident

channel catfish on the line
an anagram of the nation
careful not to step on any
cracks