Hold this piece in your heart / let the clouds the sunshine part / equal to yourself / nothing dare compare / you're my favorite one /
Skies may open / seas may close / you are my hearth & home / your love; my spiraling stair / you are the one that gets me there /
Her arms were never so strong \
as the advertisment made them out to be \
Holding nothing in her arms \
she seems slightly softened \
The advertisement should have made that point, \
as a disclaimer \
'Objects are closer than they appear' \
Or, at least 'Objects appear closer than they should' \
Or you could REALLY bust their chops \
If the advertising dollar was spent \
On the idea of: simplicity for simplicity's sake \
Then Rosie the Riviter may somehow've lived \
An honest and unassuming life \
In a little cottage in New Jersey \
Without being an icon \
Of a schematic device used profusely \
To build tensions into whatever political potpourri \
The kids find jangling in their pockets \
As they head off into their targeting rages \
PMPope ~ 2011
I've nothing for you
Take my empty hand
No boots
No dresses
No beauty parlor visits
No foreign money orders
No running through the airports
No crowded photographs
No long lost embrace
I'm wearing no sleeves
No sack on my back
Working in the chimney
Covered in soot
I've only a heart pumping blood
A brain for collecting image
A tongue to taste
Sweet words of the lips
And eyes
To capture the light
Of your heart
And the warmth of your
Love
Which is more than enough for me
Enough for any man
To live out his days
thousands of miles of railroad tracks
Away from the epicenter
Of your garden
How the garden swells
In the spring
What wondrous
Gifts the gentle rains bring
The music of the spheres
The trumpets of bees
While worlds away
You and me
gaze deeply
hand to hand
pmpope 2011
If tomorrow you are offered
A gift beyond value
without tags attached
From the hand outstretched
given freely with knowing
no such gifts exist, as such
If the next day the entire curtain is lowered
All the seahorses are released from their bowls
all the prisoners set free, the blind to see
cripple and lame are dancing in the street
the noise of life stifled by the gentlest sigh
The news services declare
All poverty, crime, & murder have vanished
into the thinnest of the purest air
no hatred for money
no hatred of race
I pray thee, beloved
remember thou me
for such an otherworldy spectacle
is that for which I arrived
and that for which,
I long to see
pmpope 2011
When your hair is bouncing in the breeze
You'd never think to see
Head held back to stare at the sky
Look up there!
That cloud looks like a tombstone
Yet on closer inspection
Hurtling from the atmosphere
Old space junk satellites
How was it when in the 70's we first heard Lou Reed
sing of Satellites of Love
But today no one could believe how all the junkies
With their canes and their permanent
Game Over! Mental codecs
Shuffle throughout the E. Village And Alphabet City
So much discarded refuse
That broke our hearts & now the rain of space junk
Is reported by news crews
While smiling and reminding us:
If you see any space debris
Call the police immediately.
After all,
It is government property.
