jump down poem man

Yesterday was the best day to be beasts
In the fields we labored for the bread
Bought with the sweat of our backs
There was no refinement
Only sweat and spit
To quench the rising
Of hot animal blood


The day after that was a wonderful enlightenment
We came up with rules to make everything
Run much, much smoother
A couple of guys even built 
a Machine 
to catagorize all our menial tasks 
And (as a side effect) it makes everything 
Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows 


Tomorrow will not prove so kind 
Now that the system is fully implemented 
All the offshore gurus have banker hours 
The animals have escaped From the City zoo again 
Even the bees can't figure out 
How to get back home 


There will, however, be a sunrise 
(I have it on very good authority) 
Also a chance to help and love 
Someone who may be in need 
There's always someone in need 
If the world refuses to end 
All you have to do is 


Send me a msg 
And i will do my best 
Come hell or high water 


 pmpope 2011

Blue & Red In The Eye - pmpope

Blue & Red In The Eye

Revel in the falling leaf
Inevitably arrives the crunch
Winter's blanket develops
In these late Autumn Days
Where do we go from here,
If not into the warmth?
Celebrator!
Into the feasting hall
While stockings dangle
Upon the mantle
During a long wintery nap
Condor scales the blue
To find a morsel among
Crunch twig
Among these fallen,
flaming leaves
PMPope 2011 PM

You Should Have Taken the Other Half, Too...

Piece of a Blown Apart Heart

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 /

Chiefly Concerned With The Abscence of Love {as the world winds down}

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

Prima Ballerina

Here is your overture
Orchestrated grand entrance
& exaunt
this stage
Littered with thrown roses 
petals they've lost


There are some convincing moments
when lips meet meditatively
there for that moment 
when lashes flutter
before the eye
darting off
towards future blocking
greasepaint lighting
swan song
and final
applause

Crossing Across Space

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