A LATE FATE
Seas
fossilize into parched buttes
trapped
shellfish
anthropoids
in dark matter.
Time
did not freeze
as
massive ice ball
and
volcanoes
merge
into passive resistance
push
and pull
on
earth axis.
The
bacteria count is one.
A
joke of cosmic proportions,
life
is a stunning pool of
bombarded
asteroid
ice
melting
eons
upon
eons
until
the surf is up
the
sun is down
and
sulfur tide pools
froze
hominoids in their tracks.
Enough
is enough
when
will the party begin?
A TIME TO WRITE
I
pleaded with Algren
to
cut the bull shit
forget
about those whores,
petty
thieves
and
drunks.
They're
a distraction-
you
say an inspiration.
But
you need to write,
be
a good husband-
you
told Preminger
to
go screw himself
along
with Hollywood-
I
don't disagree
I
would too.
You
said you felt unappreciated
in
Chicago,
banned
books,
corrupt
political hypocrisy,
under
Bellows arrogant shadow.
Yes
maybe
you need
a
rest
at
a Sag Harbor cottage
by
the sea,
it
may not be too late
to
write
one
last novel
about
the beautiful woman
with
a broken nose.
PHOTOSYNTHESIS (without equations)
Photosynthesis
reveals
a
meditation
dreamscape
of fossils,
a
cosmic crawl
toward
life force
past
and present.
Photosynthesis
reflects
a
solar glow of
watery
inhalation
breathing
dark matter
a
disjointed pigment
of a
blue green ghost.
Photosynthesis
offers
a
folly
of burst molecules
electric
in a swampy skin
an
ephemeral ocean
of
death and decay.
Photosynthesis
proclaims
a dazzled
synthesis
of
sugary
transfer
an
emerald glow
beyond
measured
time,
the
end and beginning
twisted
in an
eternal web.
CLIMATE CHANGE
The
perch in Lake Michigan
are
using anti-depressants.
Don't
forget the lonely Spotted Owl
addicted
to xanex
as
they find shelter
in
Pacific Coast pulpwood.
Then
there is the howler monkey
who
prefers natural St. John's Wort
to
soothe jangled nerves.
Yes
the list is long.
The
only way out is
out,
pushed
from fragmented habitats,
an
exodus
to
a zoo
as
human botany
observes
iphone
in hand
a
selfie
deleted
of
natural history
a
cry
in
a mounted museum.
DIVINE
A
comedy?
Inferno
Dark
fraudulent night
sleepless
shadows
resonate
gray masks
colorless
voyage into circles of fury
no
sunrise nor treacherous sunset
alone
by the toxic river
only
to return the next day.
Purgatorio
Bland
hungry terrace
splashed
face of proudly departed
a
wrathful detour from humble madness
invisible
to impassive crowds
a
short breath
climbing
beleaguered
from flight
only
to return the next day.
Paradiso
Vacant
stars in night sky
a
full moon
winds
of hope
contemplate
the
mystery
where
knowledge wisely departs
planets
evolve and expand
into
the sweet abyss of days
only
to return
to
mystery the next day.
John Raffetto
