A Poet’s Thanks

I’m but a little flame
flickering in the night
a warm and hopeful yellow,
casting dull shadows on the walls
Igniting what experience
and reflection impart to me;
and every “like”
every comment
every subscription
is fuel for the fire
of my existence.
Because of you
I will one day burn
in the hearts of millions.

Meaning

Too often my search for meaning
discourages rather than fuels me.
I’m too focused on theme to enjoy novels
and too focused on purpose to enjoy life –
but for those rare moments when the world shrinks
and exists only in my arms or the walls of my home,
babbling, exploring, and grinning up at me.
Then I’m no longer searching,
either because I’m distracted or
because I am reminded.

The Feast

Slay the earth and eat it.
Butcher everything it has to offer
the scent of pines,
buildings cleaned daily
cacophony of playing children,
the feeling of grass between bare toes,
the birth of a newborn,
the slaughter of multitudes,
families spending time together,
summer picnics in the park,
bills, charity, jobs,
good books on Autumn days
car crashes, cheap movies,
an evening in the woods –
suck the marrow out of life
out of every rape,
every cultural triumph,
every kiss,
every shooting,
every reality,
every story,
and every religion.
Eat their gods and lore,
every philosophical theory
every single one.
There’s always more where that came from.
Tear into history;
swallow as much as you can
until every bite tastes the same as the last
until your jaw aches and your breath reeks
with the sweet scent of The Feast.
Unbutton yourself and eat some more.
Relieve yourself and eat some more.
Savor it delicately, piece by piece,
and judge the people feasting all around you –
you all eat the same shit,
or stuff
your face with it
ravenously
thrust your fingers into it,
your eyes wide and your heart
pounding with excitement.
Feel it’s warmth.
Feel the texture.
Breathe deeply, rhythmically
with animal appetite.
Then eat that feeling and move on.
Let grease run down your jowls in currents,
grab thick handfuls of anything you want
swallow fat slabs of it.
Drink it down, pile it in, eat it up,
pick it from your teeth,
lick the plates clean,
then eat the plates
eat the teeth
eat the clean.
Every poem
every dollar
every experience
every thing
is laid before you on the table.
Slay the earth and eat it
there’s always more,
and no one’s ever full.