Return to Silence

he looked
at a distance
an old man
leaning on a cane
old crow, perched
on a fencepost
beak
a tight-lipped scowl
aimed
at loll, and sloth
yet, the old one
designed specific traps
to spook
the hungry fly
children
of
their frivolous
pupae
cackle.

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.

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One Wizard, to Another

-and
at long last
an evening spent
troubled, (?)
though who could ever know
that
seraphic merriment
bridge to bliss
cleanly kept
in
sanctuary
beyond the upstart cudgels
primitive
ignorant animations
bereft of ward, or
sigil
protection from
the periphic wan
withering in
dejection
for
thither to, and thither
fro
seeking cursory notations
hints of inspired design
an impertinence
rendered thrice returned
to consume
the holder
of damnations curse
as is, why
many
dare not conjure.

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.

Machines

in the shitter
with the door open
#2, tiny apartment
I hope my neighbor
can hear me
passing gas

,and the old bastard
upstairs
thinks I smell of
marijuana, oh
he had the gossippers
out gossipping
we can’t have that
kind of perversity
around the children
call the p.d.
get the drug sniffing dogs
out here

the vampire downstairs
is off his balls
in his mind laughter
cackle madness ejaculating
societal carcasses
plaster the walls
of his snake pit
tomb
scribbling insanity
with resin scraped fingernails

I don’t like the look
of him
I don’t subscribe
to his nonsense
I don’t imagine
he’ll amount to much
jobless bum
there are no more revolutions to fight
The Man isn’t real
there never were evil conspirators
faceless, looming above
pulling invisible corporate strings
making you question your survival
your surroundings

shit, wipe ass, flush
everyday
aspire to claim regularity
clean cupboard
counter
scrub floor
sink, toilet
make bed
the Gestapo might be stopping by
it’s best to appear as though we
have everything in order;
beyond suspicion

yet
I’m the sociopath ?

wake up medusa hair
brush gets stuck in
unkempt curl
groan
wash face
blink eye blear back at self
urinate
strip off underwear
to shower
sit down in bathtub
feel
water streaming hot
down head, hair, spine
think to myself “I
can try at happiness
today”

I can write about
the spring fresh flower buds
beaming
with anticipation for
the dizzying sex dance
of honey bees caressing
wet virgin petals
alive with erotic whim
and, pollinated excitement

how they swoon in dance form
to move the other, I
am not an animal
and yet
I have willingly chained myself
to barking mad lunacy
howling back
at
transparent
ugly
machines.

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.

Metastasis

mind
a void : empty
scar wanting to be filled
this is
true
don’t kid yourself

(self)
through existence by
observation
populates the mind
with ideas of structure
and sentience of being

cognizant form;
living through the movements
of designed space
liquid time
O2, breathe in deeply
lungs plump red
metabolic
light-headed
oxygen gets you high

gas cloud organism
H2O filled flesh vessel
water emissions all over
Earth’s surface
behavior program
repetition to ritual
complete apart-ment
will divisive
cubicle cartoon
life

carbon reproduction
toxic materialism
press-board cabinet
plastic institution
we built the walls
and turned experience
into comfort capsules
stacked on top the other
sickness

children sent off
to Moloch government
sanitary facility
set
t.v. screens
flash rapid angry
images
adult sex
worms, fuck hungry
writhe naked
carnal
primitive
in the animal soup.

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.

Some of this is True

expected to arrive
at invitation
six p.m.
for all my preparations
I was tied up
in a noose

(having never met before)
observing trite societal decor
would he feel predisposed
to offer his hand
to mine, to close
the gap between
awkward introductions
as if to say
hello?

as first impressions go
(and I’ll admit I’m quite opposed)
that these
obnoxious behaviors
be agreed upon at whim
would it be rude of me
to say
(summoning my best
high-brow, silk soled snoot)
“A hand-shaker,
good hells,
you’re one of those.”
(?)

my girlfriend would understand
though I could simply there
just shake his hand
and ask to see
the restroom
when we’re through

but that again
might be seen as rude
to assume upon
brief interlude
with a presumption
over hospitality
could I then,

discreetly conceal
hand sanitizer
in my pocket
to use in a moment
of secrecy
or, when the evenings end
were finally reached
to liberate myself
as per my need?

all this pacing, back and forth
and I’d not decided
which way was worse
might it be possible
to be discouraging
from the first?

before I’d got it
right way round
we were at the doorstep
(girlfriend,
and I
was positively frightened)

the door opened, and
before I was offered anything
I stuck out my hand
open palm, looked up
at him
and blurted out
“hepatitis!”

no,
this made things worse.
(she read this and said “Baby,
please don’t.”)

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.