Saturday, April 14, 2018

Rodak's Writings: Some More Bitter Verse



Advice

So, you think you can break my heart?

Well, maybe you can,
if first you are able to pick up
all the scattered pieces of it
and then work some kind
of jerry-rigged Jesus act,
to make it whole again.

But, honestly, I’m too old to feel much.

Best you go break a heart
that’s not already been broken.

I’d hate to see you
do your voodoo
for doo-doo.


Friday, April 6, 2018

Rodak's Writings: a Pome




Star Light, Star Bright


When things get very dark,

the fucking suckers say,

you can then look up

and see the stars.

Right.

There they are:

seductively twinkling

unreachable gems,

light dead on arrival,

celestial cockteasers.



But thanks for the thought.



Saturday, March 31, 2018

Rodak's Writings: An Oldie Redux


A Good Friday/Easter Sandwich


This world is a room
perfect
to run screaming
from:
how do we
not?
How do we
abide,
straining to hide
the walls
under pictures
of pictures
of pictures of pictures,
venturing out
only to buy
furniture and frames:
sequentially cadenced,
staring through the sun
always
at dusty angles:
twitching under the moon,
gravid as windfall fruit,
in dreams
of an uncornered being
coiled ‘round
some polar secret
and vertical center:
yet chewing,
chewing and reflexively chewing:
How?

Saturday, April 11, 2009




Friday, March 30, 2018

Rodak's Writings: Good Friday - 3.30.18



Good Friday -- 3.30.18


Slouched below the gaslight,

we cast cynical shadows,

look down to question our nervous feet.

But the road is lost in dark irrelevance.

All that lies behind is time-altered or forgotten.

We are deaf to the call of any distant destination.

The word “home” no longer possesses meaning.

Some believe our God may be imprisoned there,

locked in an upstairs room

to which no survivor’s pocket holds the key.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Reflections: Happy Birthday to Me




January 23, 2018: Age 71 today




Image deleted to save face.



Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Reflections: Tick-Tock



Once you stop caring about the weird hair growing all over your body you realize you've lost the will to live.