THE SUN IS NAKED AND FREE OF FEAR FOR ITS FUTURE
I want to run, run naked in the sun of light and harmony. Is there no peaceful place left amidst the human race of this age that would allow me such simple a pleasure? Do I need to live fully within being afraid of every neighbor and stranger? I am so tired of wondering why it is that my generation is so fear filled of death, in present day living within agony over dying alone but is fully intent always on eating itself.
A SMALL NEIGHBORHOOD IN A SMALLER SCHOOL
For a childhood left so far behind
it seems that in the remind
the golden days were way back when.
I stand here now and look forward
as I older age and in age and wonder
which were truly the better of best days.
With the family and so many crazy friends
all leaning future forward or now, today when
I can look both fore and back seeing everything that's been.
Is it better to be a grandchild bounced and steadied
as we slept on our lovely granny's lap or is it better
to be a granny now with a wee bairn on ever ready old knees?
Look at us now, grayer, definitely wider, some say wiser
but ever so torn between the when of our dawn
and aghast at the coming dawn of our own dying time.
Here am I now looking both toward and back;
thinking my life's been both good and bad,
but it all started in that three tiered brown brick shack.
(C) Mark Durfee
Eyes and ears floating all over the digital world listening in on every word, true or a joke, you ever spoke. You’re really fucked if you told the wrong kind of joke and by god if you have a mistress you just pissed away a good job with a security clearance. Oh they claim the right to your privacy; you know because we’re all one big happy family. I am pretty sure they like it best when two people cross the fantasy line and start talking about what they’d do to each other if they were together in real time. Of course there is really only one fucking crime going on and that’s them, your government, listening in on you and your odd proclivity for a little bit of digital privacy. Now you know why they forced you to go digital, analog was too slow for them to hear everything; not fast enough for them to know you’re a freak because you’re a dude who likes to wear leather tights and a dress at the end of the week.
© M Durfee
THE UNITED STATES OF BORDELLO
Save me from this jaundiced prison
where leadership sees the world
through a prism of money colored glass.
But God damn them
they’d never risk their ass
for anything that might
touch their mostly unearned,
26 weeks of paid vacation
and lobby gifted cash,
picked up at the capitol pay station.
I finally learned the equation,
like magic I learned to do the math.
A politician equals pure fucking trash.
And yes they every few years recycle each other.
Because there is no better partner in thievery
than one you can call to lobby you than a brother.
They told me I was temporarily excommunicated. I didn’t understand why they were bum rushing me outside with a kick in the ass. I followed all the rules. Kneeled when I was supposed to, spoke the right words. “We’re tired of having to go to the bank to cash your checks, tithe in cash asshole.”
© M Durfee
Taking my first conscious breath, I was pretty certain my nose was broken again. I could taste blood from my swollen lips. Everything was blurry, eyes nearly beat shut. God damn, I wondered what the fucking beating would it have been like if I had gone to a campaign rally of someone I didn’t support?
© M Durfee
I was outside the toy store waiting. Her hand went into my back pocket. I knew she wasn’t reaching for my wallet. I keep it in the front pocket; no one sits on snake skin. Then she whispered in my ear “honey that was a great store now let’s go home and have some fun.”