Such Glib Honey Promises

I threw a lot of pendulum-golden time

At the creature that bodied something like a man,

That wore a crooked mask which made him seem a friend;

That rode my burdened back, stole my very breath

While saying he would shorten distances,

Show me how to make giant trees artistic small, be by

My side when dragons appeared threatening unholy violence,

Dig holes on which to build diamond futures.

 

They make such glib-honey promises,

These fake-silver-tongued goblins, but,

Feeling no remorse, learn no redeeming lesson …

Get left behind – when god light dawns –

Chewing on ancient curse-dust

And the cracked, dry bones of albatross.

Big Apple Come-Down

Ghost-blonde, in green,

There, then not

In this Babel state-of-mind tower:

Brought in, carried away

By trader winds.

Is this how life goes by:

Vertical sections

Crumbling to dust

As a billion pilgrims

Walk by, not knowing

Their own moon

Is fast-falling?