from silent springs
onomatopoeia
breviloquent word
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Resurrection
How many resurrections
does one need
in one lifetime
How many times must a savior
come to our planet
and offer himself to us
before we learn to evolve?
Darwin hanging on the cross
has a revelation
Fuck
put me up there please
Newton
toss rotten apples
from the garden of Eden
nail me with the gravity of the situation
stake me through my bloody Easter palms
make fun of the loins of lust popping
through my loin cloth
strip me of my dignity
laugh at me
I’ll die for your fucking sins
the little death
and the big one too.
Lust be ready to celebrate
when the rose of Sharon blooms
and the tides rise with the Goddess pagan moon
and your little hearts begin to swoon
create me damn it
damn it, then create me
I am reborn
March 28, 2007 ©SJV
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Iceberg
oh Pandora where art thou
ninety nine point nine percent of you
under loved and under appreciated
undiscovered under water
would it be a miracle to don a wet suit
and dive to your depths
revealing what otherworldly creatures have known
about you forever?
dreams of love and hope
not even you are aware of
from this palsied position
of suspended animation
routine ennui
springs a nympholepsy
within you, crying
for
perhaps a raffish rapscallion
or a knight in shining armor
clichéd and wrapped in myth
to unwrap your gift
Pandora’s box
with a delicate blade
dangerous and unknown
launching mysterious adventure
with the promise of a hearth
warm, inviting at the end
the tip of your berg my lady,
luckily for you,
serves you like a muse
a daughter of Mnemosyne
the inventor of words
so rest, assured
my strength will carry you
and all your distant far off lands
your wilderness un ravaged
your horrid depths of Hades
your glorious peaks worshipped and adored
your rivers like our life explored
and I don’t know who I am
but you will someday meet me
and pirouette
upon my seeing eye
March 28, 2007 ©SJV
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Sculpture: house painting clichés
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One Child Policy
Stop procreating, people! I mean I know you love to fuck. But seriously, there are Christians out there that think your eggs and sperm are sacred. Gargantuan piles of plastic meanwhile accumulate mid-ocean. Thanks Advent of agriculture: A layer of over-processed carbohydrate fat circles my midsection that wasn't there 20,000 years ago when I hunted and gathered. Now, internal combustion engines terrorize my neighborhoods with their machine gun shattering screams. Where is Attila the Hun Or Zarathustra? The silent plunge of the blade of the Iron Age, or the bronze? Thanks China, your Cathayan Dynasty, for your gunpowder! Now I have gangbangers Threatening my dreams Literally stealing drugs in the parking lot of evolution Right outside my door civilization'$ gun to my head Conforming me to the fake news Of progress. Thanks Nazis! Advancements in space travel The Life on Mars Single cells are laughing At our alien octopi Shape shifting color changing textured camouflaged Tentacled creatures Watching us on Television The tender smell of fresh born babies lingering Amongst our terrorized landscape, please Make it stop! Or write that next Great American Songbook, the perfect marriage of Melody and Word To transcend the barriers of human absurdity And make us dance. March 2021 SJV
