by Darryl Price
I was a disaster at first, a thousand
Light years ago. We sail the seas we're given
Like all of you, but that doesn't mean we get
To survive like you. Our course may have blown us
Completely off the map. When that happens you
Don't just meet the occasional monster who's
Slipped into the friendly waters by mistake.
You are in the territory of monsters.
There's only one way out, and that is to sin
Against God and man until you can see the
Shores again of reason and remorse. That may
Take some getting used to, after you have plainly
Shed all modern decency for the rags of
The wild thick way forward. More than your clothes are
Shredded beyond recognition. Your eyes have
Seen more than enough of the infinite and
Vulgar varieties of stars. Your hands have
Grasped enough desperate ropes to be welded
With the mortar of many calluses. I'm
Not saying this to scare you. The world extends
In all directions, but you have a clear choice.
It's true, the poetic waters are even
More beautiful than your unopened tube of
Cerulean blue. I don't want to fool you.
I'm not trying to warn you. I don't care what
They say this adventure is or isn't. I
Reject all definitions of the impulse
To travel with the muse. Now you are catching
On. You are the captain of this voyage. Not
A stowaway. Not a ticket holder. Not
A wooden vacationer. But again, you
May go down that plank right now and get off. No
One will be the wiser. You can opt for a
Romantic image of the ship receding
Into your memory like a sun whitened
Water lily, or you can cast your glances
To the old worlds and wave goodbye. Don't get me
Wrong, we don't recommend this life. It is full
Of the unknown metaphors, unexpected,
Maybe even unexplored jungles of words
And new sentences. Dangerous paragraphs
May present themselves to you in a sudden
Grab for meaning. The possibilities are
Overwhelming, so are you willing? Then go.
All the Words
Let the world listen in. What
Are you afraid of, the wolves?
I get it. King Liar is
Drinking his oil down like an
Ice cold coke and it's at least
One hundred degrees on the
Freshly mowed golf course of his
Demented fake dreams. But where
Are you? What are you doing?
I get it. King Liar has
Insulted all the words in
The dictionary that mean
The word love in action. Yet,
You are still hiding behind
Some awful words for empty,
For hollow, instead of kind
Words for open my eyes, for
Now, for one of these days. I
Get it. King Liar's taken
An axe to a beautiful
Family of trees and split
The forest into gated
Communities, all for the
Sake of protecting money
From being used to heal the
Earth, North and South, East and
West. But what direction are
You facing? Is it one that
Radiates? King Liar will
Do everything in his stolen
Power to protect his
Own hole in the shade using
Every poisoned tooth in his
Arrogant mouth. No child is
Safe. So will you protect them?
Or will you twist on your spine.
The Funny Question
The world is all the love we
Will be given. How will you
Make it work? That isn't
The funny question you
Think it is. If you're not
In charge of the button
Then who is? That guy there
Is you in another
Life, another disguise.
Call it a refraction,
But dream it's a color,
Wheels spinning through space and
Time waiting for a true
Love of its own. We don't
Need to define things in
Any permanent manner.
To do so is to freeze
On the spot and never
Get up to dance again.
Who among you wants to
Simply stagnate, inside
A statue's hollow four
Walls, garden or not, not
Able to enjoy the
Sun from a different
Angle? There are no wings
On a wall. The world is
All the love we must work
With. It should be enough.
There's only one way to
Find out, be sure. Isn't
That funny, turns out they
Were right—they weren't messing
Us around—it's really
A single eye looking
Everywhere at once.
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