Internal Gardening of Weak Soil

listen to ‘Internal Gardening of Soil Weak’ on Audioboo

Fermenting Enigmas

Grow unchanged as

Inherent guilt derives,

Deceiving their own

Peculiarities

And then

You’ve created your own church, one

That bears a foundation made of wood, there,

For now, until, perhaps, true wisdom one day

Is granted and understood, layering the base

In cement and marble tiles

If and when that day comes to call, it will then be

Easy, to drop the match and burn down it’s every pew,

Alongside all the tenets you ever knew

Well-dressed in nakedness, you seek

That lake, the one, so easy to consume, you, wholly,

Absolved from all inadequacy, fostering a bed

From which the seed can promote, outward

Growth blessed from inner hope

And here, those enigmas, now fully steeped, disarm these anxieties in which you’ve so often spoke upon…. breaching the intuitive portions previously unexposed…for fear they’ll call you crazy

Plastic Saviors for Paper Ghosts

A backgammon reservoir

rules the castle ever-more

for it was the bishop

that chose not to address the poor

Stranded tiles wait in-turn

for their time of elocution

yet time grows lost

approaching vindication

Vacant properties remain unsold

for ghosts I’ve heard live within

and as time does drift, the condemned stir

a passive voice attending to one’s present sin

Failed hypotheses draw the man,

upon a scaffolding’s verbose display,

ill-conceived choices and unlikely

provocations impel theory to a swift decay

For plastic saviors come to show

when paper ghosts entrench what’s known