Saturday, August 3, 2019

Rodeo of the Soul II by Daniel W. Wright

Two years is a long eight seconds
Garden grows
Don’t ask the same question too many times
The rich get richer and the poor get prison
There's much more beyond the sea of reality
Ghosts of revolutionaries haunt
the silence of modern worlds

I don’t know what to do with a God
Take it away before it scares me
Winds rev themselves up
to be so cold they burn
Education leaves San Francisco
as starving artists
struggle through winter
without four walls
Buena Vista Park bohemians
ready to kill for an ounce

Early morning anxieties
remind you that being working class
these days
only means you’re poor
but don’t do meth
Don’t care about being rich
just don’t wanna be poor
Drinking in Whitman’s chair
underneath Brooklyn Bridge
Artistic entitlement
entangles half-wit writers
in their own mess
Last lessons to unlearn
Freedom isn’t always what you want

Mickey Mouse motorboats Marilyn Monroe
as Medusa Madonna eats McDonalds
Yin Yang Charlie Brown eats Chinese food and Donuts
Empty bottles are the church bells
of that which is unfulfilled
God points an American made gun
at Adam

Psychedelic tantrums no longer progressive
Sitar spangled banner
brings rain to wash reality
to cover the earth with new dew
Death masks lie in wait
within the eye of silence
Tree trunk coffin for lovers
Nothing closer to the spiritual plane
than music
pure and easy
Carve out a book and call it home
Those who look to the stars
are never alone

Too tight to incinerate
Mirror only reflects curves
Choir forsaken Christ mystic
lonely for the archetypal arch angels
to shape world
Kingdom defeats diffusion
speaks in riddles to communicate
Faces reflect in Rorschach slides
Closed eyes put head in the sand
Just be a big boy,
It’ll all be over soon

Face to face with dead eyes
on the battlefield
where the moon says
I love you
Exhausted dreams
lose place in countdowns
Kick the bottle
Watch it skid
Success has many fathers
but failure’s an orphan




About Daniel W. Wright:

Daniel W. Wright is a mid-western son who loves and loathes the red brick town that surrounds him. A poet of the no collar work force, Wright’s work has appeared in the Gasconade Review, Bad Jacket, Acid Kat, Crappy Hour, Eleven, and The Rye Whiskey Review. His previous works include Rodeo of the Soul, The Death of the Ladies Man, Small Town Blues: Early Lyrics and Poems, Portrait, Murder City Special, and Working Bohemian’s Blues. Wright currently lives in St. Louis, where you can usually find him in a bar or a bookstore.

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