Editors and Whores

having had my own
misunderstandings
i now presume
on behalf of others
rather
am learning to compromise

there may always be
a toxic hatred
kept in reserve
just
below the surface
struggling to spill free

everything exists
i know this,
though
not in direct proportions
no, that would be maddening
the symmetry, the exactness

such horror. this
world requires abominations,
disharmony
for the nature of balance
to be
contemplated, understood

even within the depraved
atrocity
there is bliss eternal,
however awkwardly it animates
the red hand of illusion
pursued to completeness

life
lives ever in death’s shadow
all that is good is temporary
this is how it’s kept sacred,
protected
from numberless evils

I am one person, insignificant
compared to the whole
this truth
is an acceptance of my futility
and in that a freedom
from its burden

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

Plateau

sometimes
i fear that i may never
again
rap my knuckles
on the dome of the universe
hearing
in that vibration
the immutable hum of
enigma

the breath of life
elastic, invigorating
as the pull
of charismatic speech
or the company of
invincible

that i resigned too soon
to the fates of
paupers
and did not pursue
honor
among the pantheon of
learned men

poor was my vestment,
my scabbard
and pen
with it i created,
dreamed
and will die

i may never know a life
other
than the that i’ve lived
or have loved
the small bit of earth
that i’ve owned

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

who why when

C, and D Vitamin
supplements
twenty minutes of daily cardio
krill oil
a strict dietary regime
whole wheats, grains
vegetables
rice

avoid triglycerides
& fructose
my Doctor (seemingly) is not
as interested
in my
self
as i’d like him to be

ignorantly, i assumed
he
a licensed health practitioner
would do more
than refer me to
elsewhere,
do more than act baffled
in my presence

Today i woke
w/left side of body numb
from the neck down
difficulty swallowing
cold extremities
pulse
weak
skin pale,
depleted

I warmed consommé on the stove
and nipped at it
in a blanket wrap
labored breathing
in my chair
waiting
for this useless body to animate
“i’ll be in the E.R. again,
can’t afford a cab, let alone an
ambulance.”

reality is betraying sanity
who have i become?
why
do i not recognize
this person?

when did i
disappear?

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

Contemplating the El

all that is
exists
in relation to
its
opposite

perception is
a determination
of
perceptible energies

feeling
is a result of the relationship
between
the perceiver
and the perceived

reality
as an individual experience

is possible

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

the elusive them

they already own
my definition of sanity

they already own
my
idea of dietary health
they
yes they, the elusive them

they
who write the magazines
they
who decide what the tv personalities
will say
over the internet megaphone
persuading the public

they
who own my creative disregard
they
who sacrifice Jehovah
and attach His recreated likeness
to the multiarm palms of the
Demon of War Profiteering

they
who turn the gears of industry
they
who decide how our votes
will be counted

they in media
they in advertising
they, who discovered subliminal messages
can directly target single mothers,
children,
pensioners,
ethnicities

they who propagate fear
racism
& psychiatry
they who imagine new illnesses
to keep us in their pockets

-making $billions on symptom treatments
because the disgusting truth is
they
can`t profit off
a healthy populace

they
who process my food
they
who change their minds
every few years
about
just what
exactly

healthy is

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

it is what it is

those triangles
hung around her neck
like a shark-tooth necklace
only
more geometric
,and cut
to catch light

the largest triangle
lay snugly
at the nape of her
cleavage
impossible to miss
with the angle of the counter
such
that one was always looking
down
at the receptionists
these
fat girls
with obvious self-image
problems

I
made it clear
that I was interested
in what was
going on
elsewhere
I noticed her tits
and triangles
of course
but I’m not an animal

…just paying rent

staring into the middle distance
remembering
the cab ride downtown
passed by a man
pushing fifty
wearing a lime green t-shirt
&a grey hooded sweater
unzipped, hood down
walking into the rain
“ha,
he’s makin’ good time. i
passed by that guy over on
eleventh, the cabbie said,
must be wet
with those plastic slippers
he’s wearing.”

“hardship comes easily
to some people.”
thought to myself
watching that man
carrying a folded child’s umbrella
bright pink
returning it to a granddaughter,
maybe?
a random stranger
with inappropriate shoes
caught by the pinch
of responsibility

I walked home from the rental office
in the rain
but,
mine was
for want of cab fare, christ
they raised my rent
a hundred bucks!

maybe next time I’ll pay her
jewellery a compliment

make small talk
with eye contact
maybe
when I can live with myself
for it
I’ll knuckle-under
and
become old

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

an illusion destroyed

beautifully made
from different types of
wood
handcrafted
to fit so exactly
a labor
of love
this doctor’s prayer :
an acknowledgement of the covenant
between practitioner and patient
hangs
in a place of prominence
on the wall
of exam room A
in a small practice
downtown
it, more than this immaculate
space
warms the heart
feels
like being in the hands
of a healer

relaxing
soothing,
before The diminutive Man
walks in
barking questions
with a hurried air
accusational
as if
I
am somehow abusing
His
time

it happens, and it seems
though
that I may be
appreciating this
for the first time
while
he
has the contempt
of
age

being in the presence of
such irony

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.