abstract verse – The Halfwit Writer

vacuous oration

              words on words
he flipped the bird
     and entertained
absurdity
       ‘n’ torn
        paper’s frayed
kaleidoscope image
       he is his cage
his father’s father was delayed
       in learning virtue
was the way
       and still today
a family pays

              absurd’s the word
you heard it
       hear it first
              from me
and then find a qualified source
       for I have a message
that demand’s to be bottled and
caught and released
                  that beast, the words on words
you’d rather she’d heard
              thather than the ones you …
wish!!!
              you could amend

[Narrator: *coughs* I hate to bring that up again]

             yet the part demands to be played
and so another family paid
       karma sweet, then karma tart
karma baked in humble pie
       ripens as happiness and
fortunes that fly
       as the reins of wisdom
slap their steeds
       we’ll leave samsara
and all its feasts
       before the bottle rolls on shore
‘fore the greatest battle,
                            raw guts gore
‘fore Dharma is lost forevermore

              for the 11^th is so far away
seeming like an eternity –
       too long to let my family pay
so nonsense verse I offer up
              like empty teacup
                     stainless pot
water boils
              yet is not       hot

for all the teachings yet to come
may each have meaning, every one
and ‘fore this verse starts making sense
              I’ll lose the train of th . . .
                     like I’ve lost cents
a lazy rhyme
              an uneven rhythm
       to trip the orator
              a great let down
       is samsara’s treasure 🤑

he is coming
he is coming
he has come

thank you
thank you
thank you

goodbye

learning disability

I refuse to learn

how options appear
and reappear

to be watched
to be played, as they say
as it’s called
as it’s a toy, a game

we buy into, pressing
play, a button, into
plastic, cold and hard into
flesh and piercing mind

reflex, concerto into messiness
miserly caution, mimics, perfects
fake British accent, dying intellect
started to make sense, now derelict

started to take care, yet now neglect
began to change, but now nonsense
imitation meat – for vegans, eggless
but frozen semen – ah, I digress

an eagle’s search, a patriot’s shame
poorly timed speech or heart’s first flame
dying breath meets empty fame

a speech like this
     a poem in rhythm
          a face uncovered
     past life, disgraced

pointless in theme,
     its cadence poor
          rhyme lacks importance
     its topic, a bore

lost life, discovered
     meaningless, in vain
          still I cannot help but hope
they make me solid –
          exist me in name

press play, the button
enter the future shop
click submit when prompted
and buckle up