29 April 2015

Third World City #46

Third World City

Rust eats the bus
an incurable illness
hanging street lights,

cocked broken heads
morbid kind of merriment against
the velvet royal oh-so-typical dusty dusk
of this tropical evening where
everyone has a story untold,
everyone’s writing his own history
And the traffic’s jammed
as always
a long line of everyone
and everyone’s
wishing to go back or 
to move on from this
to the next thing before it unfolds
 

We’re united in this self-made urban blight—
but the land of Mars hears our sighs.


- A Charity Johnson©

19 March 2015

The Science behind the Art of Preservation

The Science behind the Art of Preservation
 

Cutting
........across the grass
........through the park,
she leaned over,
paused in a Pisa-stance
just to ask,
“When does it all begin?”

 
I take in the world behind her,

 ....and before her,
and pat the spot on the grass
near me, nearby:
“It’s been going on
all along,
and will keep on
...........going on.
Come and sit,
.........take it in,
.........take in all of it.
The clouds can’t be
........pursued
........or, they can’t be caught,
so sit here by me.


Let’s sit together,
and let the dogs go
into the night--
let them chase
...........for other game:
The game which keeps running,
barely
staying ahead of
...........their own scent.


Sit here with me,
let’s gather up
pictures for
...........the heart
we can carry back
to our memory
.........vaults. 


Then the day
when the wolves
.........are at the door
.........to feast on our souls,
and we're feeling butchered,
............cured, ready
............to be parceled out,


then we will pull them out,
...and the fragrance of
...the living blossoms
will not only fill our hearts,
it will 

.........take over the world.”

-A Charity Johnson ©

06 March 2015

I Don't Love You

...........Outwitted
..He drew a circle that shut me out--
..Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
..But Love and I had the wit to win:
..We drew a circle that took him in!
 Edwin Markham