CONFESSION ZERO

Have you ever touched something cold? I mean cold, not as ice, but as bitter as oblivion? Have you ever touched something, something as cold as the universe leaking nightfall, frigid as an unopened hand frosted with shame? Our numbness embarks upon this, our private voyage traversing over a glacial truth buried under stars, beneath our frostbitten souls and veined throbbing fetching bones for the scabby mongrels of cosmic machinery. There’s no flight, no escape from such famished consent, if there were, the final thing we’d touch would be warm. © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

I think today is the end of all things conventional, whatever had been predictable yesterday, is no more. Forks and spoons are too rusted to use, jutting out of us like some perished nightmare. Dining room tables are being used for makeshift mausoleums, (Leave the dead, don’t waste precious energy). Electricity went out this morning, water this afternoon. It reaches everywhere, the world reeks of a decomposing. There’s a deafening silence ticking down like a giant clock, nothing can be heard, save the monstrous, shrieking echo of silence that swims over our heads like crop-dusters spitting flesh. We are so damn frightened! Is this the end of the world? Has our greed and apathy finally made its way back to us? Have our closed hands and open mouths at last climbed inside our minds? Where are all the loud children skipping home from school? What day is this? What time is it? What has happened? At night there will be fireflies and the moon to feebly reassure us. Everything we’ve ev...

One- I am trying to breathe. I do not offer myself. Everything flows over, within this, my mouth. Two, three- The surge reveals a child. A symphony of barbs pierce my rest. What is asked of me will not be of the next. Four, five- Anyone that can hear me, I will tell you something, anything to make it cease. Earnest plea at death’s gate. Six, seven- Toss me in safety’s grave, that is now my wish of you, my mind’s slayer, liberty’s perpetual destroyer. Eight, nine- I’ll gladly give up my use, the substance of my collection, feet elevated inside iron shoes, angels slithering to my side. Ten… © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

Guantanamo inmate to be released Unaccountable flesh and bone and greed and cruelty mixed in with the fineness of a discarded spider’s leg and everything else that we’ll soon release of ourselves. Iran to release prominent reformist from jail Stride slowly now warrior... over the sidewalk toward your battle. It will be this taste, this air that you shall carry for others to breathe. House Democrats clinch healthcare deal There is still a little life left in you, inside thy sacrosanct chamber a small portion of duty and sympathy. It is this tenacity we desire; decency, within each of you singing stridently. Now get back to the people's business, there's much more work to do. Mayan Calendar Spurs End-Of-The-World Debate This is what I know of ancient thought- It is a map of the world best not read with certainty. These things have myth and wonderment attached to them. History for them has already moved on. They wept. They danced. They dreamed. Extreme Right Wing Raci...

Iran 'releases 140 demonstrators' Was it dark in there? Were you in pain? Is it light outside on the path to sovereignty? Do you have the same evil upon your streets as we? Why does gloom sit with you on the crimson sidewalk? Careful that you not tarry long, for wickedness will surely wipe the efforts of tyrants upon your joy. Gates says U.S. urban pullout in Iraq going well Are you proud? Rush to war has made us slaves, not free men. America, listen to this- the clack of warfare and greed are noiseless compared to the sharp whip of slavery which is giving birth to a world that will soon bow to tyranny. Iraqi Forces Reportedly Open Fire, Beat Iranian Exiles Has it endured our stay? Has it remained; death? Through the liquid sidewalks and solid air I can see the faces of those still trapped there, staring out with astonishment that their brother had come to kill them. Suspect In Abortion Doctor's Death Pleads Not Guilty How does it feel to be "Not guilty...

Taliban threatens to kill captured GI A colossal, gloom stuffed breathing thing moved over the land with a push from inadvertent liberty. They said they weren’t sure if it was from this world and begged the hostage to find the nearest well hole and drag it kicking and screaming down with him... Chaos besets 9/11 court hearing O, thank you, lords of turmoil, thank you for this stunning day, how bone quaking hideous it must be. Keep Guantanamo open, September 11 families say Great red gash spreading open with terror in its womb, all those who love this land stand and watch with dismay. Judge Sotomayor and My Lesson From Eighth Grade The little girl wore her best outfit to school. Her mother knitted it for her in much the same way she had woven the sweet child from birth, knowing it would never be enough for some.

Blasts kill 2 Marines in Afghanistan As we stand near the afternoon window and the sun dances through the glass, someplace a marine gets lifted and children lose their mom or dad in the crowd while our hearts pound out misery’s song. Children die in harsh Peru winter The snow unfastens a child’s fortress and a bluebird’s song- their expression moves through the Inca Empire where an enduring chain of anticipation shadows a cruel, beautiful landscape. Cheney hid CIA program from Congress: senator It must be a lonely walk into the fortified mind bent upon the insensible air of cruelty leaning smugly against the wall. Two Held in Murder of Fla. Couple With 16 Kids Murder, must you rear your monstrous head within this? Must you grin with such pride at having triumphed? Soon you shall be asked, “Is death done with you?” 6 Baghdad churches bombed; 4 dead Why must they weep so? Aren’t they proficient at grieving like a child that’s never dreamt? I shall ask this of them when death...