Saturday, October 16, 2021

THERE IS NO CALL LOUD ENOUGH


There is no call loud enough, forceful enough
to wake some people afraid of being “woked,”
or cancelled for past outrages, or living a linear life.
That’s just to goddamn boring but TV! now,
TV! has all of the charm of a porn prince!

You say you never check out the guy, uh huh sure.

It’s not real, you are still
sitting on your ass waiting for better days,
comfortable in your found easy chair.
You know what’s real—you do
because some crazy ass shaman told you so---

and you believed him.

In the dry dusty places where you seek
Peyote, sweat lodges, and vision for your blindness.
What have you found, what do you think?
Is there hope for a fucking guide to reteach you,
the knowledge you brought here with you?

Open your eyes if you can.

© M DURFEE
10/16/2021

 

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

ANOTHER ANTI-VACCER DIED TODAY ( senryu not haiku )



It started out as a flimsy idea. Write something; anything! Have I gotten lazy? Overwhelmed by the shit? I think I opt for the former and not the latter so much because words are still available; pandemic or not!

I love words. I love poetry. Maybe not mainstream writing like them who write (or writ) for the ages or weren’t specifically poets. Stephan Crane (In the Desert) comes readily to mind of course there are others. Bukowski, Brautigan, beat poets and their hedonism (baggabaggaboo).

Anyway about 7 hours ago I saw an article detailing how a mother of 4, decided to be virally anti-vaccination in the middle or a pandemic. She died this week.

Ergo I decided to make poetry regarding the situation. Specifically using Senryu form and not Haiku. The difference is the content and aim in haiku you are given words edging you to a specific season with an image drawn from it, in the third line.

Senryu is similar in that it uses the same 5-7-5 format but is not directed at the 4 seasons or anything specific beyond the poets intent..


There I stopped—the writing of a single Senryu, morphed into 6 pieces written to allow the reader to divine the intent. (I am not un-sympathetic towards her kids but still…)


ANOTHER ANTI-VACCER DIED TODAY                  
senryu not haiku

Jewels in the dirt

channel the rough times that kill

plant face, dig for them!

© M Durfee
9/21/2021



Jewels in the dirt,

channel the rough times that kill.

plant your body for them!

© M Durfee
9/21/2021


Jewels in the dirt,

channel the rough times that kill.

plant your thoughts for them!

© M Durfee
9/21/2021


Jewels in the dirt,

channel the rough times that kill.

Cry tears for their choice

© M Durfee

9/21/2021


Jewels in the dirt,

channel the rough times that kill.

plant body shallow

© M Durfee

9/21/2021

Jewels in the dirt,

channeling rough times that kill.

plant body shallow

© M Durfee

9/21/2021

 

Thursday, September 16, 2021

ADVICE


Given that we are now enslaved.
Chained to the dictates of an insane climate.
Captured by the need to see;
to be shown the golden ticket, to a place
where nothing real exists.


Too much red,
too much blue
too much White to overrule


To many fake, rigged, lying for face time folks.
Hydroxychloroquine your parasite, not mine
Inject bleach, deworm yourself.
Listen use a damn bulb syringe…or
label everything another conspiracy. 


“We are all
just prisoners here
of our own…” advice.


© M Durfee
9/16/2021

The partial quote is a partial lyric from Hotel California-- The Eagles,

 

Friday, July 9, 2021

THE FORENSIC MIND

The forensic mind,
got sick on TV.
That mind embodied as Meredith Gray
superstar;
3mil an epi (not the shot),
(oh hell no, not the shot!
them who like to drink whine, cry!)

Character-covid sick,
laying around the set,
in bed,
watching the chaos distantly unfold---
…and I forget what the hell
I was going to look up
you know for clarifications sake.

Google my ass…only use Bing,

As in Bing my ass…
it’s a direct line to porn.
What could go wrong
with a forensic mind
getting ass Googled, or Butt Binged on porn?
What ever could go wrong in the forensic mind?

© M Durfee
7/9/2021