CONFESSION ZERO

How beauteous is thy creation that she sags of my circle; years of suffering for and against my animal, waiting for meaning to show its incisors so I might howl another perception without actually having to turn the screw. That I might entertain another story, another butler with a cloaked dagger, that again and again and again, moaning and groaning upon the lever, my unreasonable attempt to escape Heaven, disguised as agony, strives at putting holes in all truth. Stagger and fall, knees sinking, empty of grace, joy, love, forgiveness, compassion, hope. Goodness dozing with the meek- A romantic couple drenched in oil- 70-inch flat-screen HDTV ® with surround noise, another slap to Mother’s face. A made for cinema movie right in man’s dying-room, coming to a theatre near the couch so this jackal with a dream and a grudge and ownership might witness his own murderous dream; supremacy, second coming, self-fulfilling preparation, death. (The first time’s never as ...

( Swords of the East ) Clinic Touts Smoking as Cancer Cure Curling up, a wisp of smoke slashes the sky with a freshness. Remedy comes in a silver-white, metallic toga wafting on the air. Japan says nuclear crisis stabilizing, time to rebuild Calm down. Tighten my grip around Nihonto , allow it to tap into my dream, stabbing and unchanged. Priceless Egyptian Treasures Returned Treasures come, as they will, precious, rumbling riches; ownership’s counterfeit reality; the objects of blindness. Libyan woman details alleged gang rape Scream your unhappy cackle! Fight both fang and nail and stand accused of the details… Mubarak 'suffers heart problems' “Here is the butcher.”  topples the heavens and the slums headfirst beneath the cleaver. (All life is suffering) … © 2011 by mark prime

Man: The verdict of distant thunder leaves me breathless with dread. Here comes the incensed wind finishing its closing argument whilst the rain thrice brings down its gavel! Guilty of trying to know too much! Guilty of humankind’s slaughter! Guilty by death by mortal injection! Another Man: I await nature’s verdict in this; my prosecution for her murder. The gallery rumbles a sightless storm and fells its thunderous fear, leaving me puffed with a strafing dread. © 2011 by mark prime

( From Global Warming Defined ) I am taken by the earth’s lamp swimming overhead, a Great White circling for prey, waiting for blood to gush forth like a tsunami that it may devour the cheerless rubble and reign as king over the children. I am taken by the many tree’s standing at attention like a massive territorial army moving with the wind and tide and aiming all of the branches downward, narrowing their eyes to imagine death. I am taken by the seemingly motionless mountain and clear-cut icy peaks mourning their frozen scratch, tumbling down, screeching of a looming failure, an amateur skier kissing the ashen frost. I am taken by nightfall’s lantern dangling overhead judging our darkness with a peaceful gaze, with a golden sphere of certainty carrying man to howl at his expression slouched over the burnt and oily earth. © 2011 by mark prime

( Hamlet artwork from Emsworth ) Winter’s leaving here, deserting the rivers and trees. I’ll survey the damage from safety, a shrunken counselor veiled behind the tapestry , the symbol and scrape shuddering in the squall. Osric, Ophelia and sweet prince, won’t you navigate the North and Baltic Sea and sail into Denmark’s sun? I’ve been expecting you, a tragedy holding out for champion, the gray and wide-eyed cape to shroud my eyes and mouth like a theatre mask, a circus, a camouflage, a falseness uncalled for. I can see you walking beside me on the water’s frame, in the retreating silence, two famished beasts leaning silently into view like a scolded child, poking their heads around my judgment without the songbird’s consent. Won’t you come to me, join me on my walk? Love? © 2011 by mark prime

(Picture from  Philly Dawg ) When lovers forgot their connection to one another at dawn I probed for reasons beyond my arms, lifting damp eyes. Might I memorize this; my proximity cleaved by ire and rage, the familiar heartbeat? Perhaps I should reconsider. Days of strafing the dappled splendor of the blue green rapture, mining the forest, tainting the water and sky and creature’s of flesh leaves me tomorrow. If I am to see myself, might I heed the warming wind and not the might of my kind with gun, grenade, and pitching death? Wrap arms around my affection so I might wear Love like a coat. We are brothers and sisters and I’ve loved you for eternity. © 2011 by mark prime

( Texas seashell ) I've dreamed the dream backwards... the house and car and nuclear options stuffed inside of my waterless shell, the four year degree trumping a lifetime of truth howling above love’s storm, the dog and cat and two little brats picket fence and a parakeet for color, the crash of tainted waters beneath real-estate signs that litter the moon as war’s brush paints everything red © 2011 by mark prime