Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Heart Holds a Vacancy

the Sea
her depths grow out from green
                       from green to royal blue
Where
all our lies get hot 
              get salty 
Liquidate 
into butter 
Congeal
into residue

residual
of which

Constitutes the laundry list 
of lies 
uncommon
picked for 
pulled for


Juice 
 Energy
  Extraction


By decree of part-sentients
(part-not)
sworn to secrecy

Whose vows have been 
exacted
 spoken
  logged
   attributed
    catalogued


the precise configurement 
figured
 configured
  drawn off the slight balance of
   good will 
    accounted 
K by Katya 2011
     for

then left
 here in this courtyard
  where touched 
         touched by the elements
      
 Produce a serum
  bottled
   capped
    guarded 
     2 men 
     2 the vial


There a discordance 
a shaking of foundations
if the color hits the litmus test
and meets other requirements unknown
you can tell by the sound:
a hollow tone


The amplification 
of which
discards
 shucks
  throws off
   any and all 
    antagonist untruths

(left brown and dyscolored in the foamy froth) 

the purified potion
 then drained
  hits a shade resembles goth 


The scientists stand 
 satiate
  fatigued
   admiring
edge of tide pool...

Truth!
Taken from the scene
 from the light

  double encrypted 
   left inaccessible
    walled off

Truth!
Like pores 
touched by witch hazel
 locked behind skin
   sealed from the world
    and her sin

Truth!     
Language is lost
 in the crowd
  of the avowed
K by Katya 2011

Truth!

Eyes tell of suffering 
naked like ankles 
 bit by geese  

  scraped on thorns
   bleeding until clotted

    sometimes 
             

Truth!
 found
  retrieved then
   hidden
    until she may be 
     cloned
      replicated
                   
              


   
For now
we are left with the same old
             same old
caked makeup  
 meet low-grade rubber
       (wall ball material circa '79) 

smoke trails and
salvage yards
 
highways
bits of plastic
bits of plaster

just another
man-made disaster

For now


we are left with our scars
  on water 
  steady boiling
   like poached eggs

For now
A double-breasted back-stabbing 
On Front Street by the boardwalk
The perp

vanishes in a fog of 
Chat Room Twitter
by Katya 2011

The forensics team drinks coffee
the coffee 
sure is bitter 


For now
the lies proliferate
canvass our nation:
gas consumption fever! 
TV vacation!


what once was compromise
now has no promise:
each for his own
all or none mentality




Long island teas comped
on a corporate spread 
for the so-called VIPS 
for the pros 

Young runaways
expose thighs
to highball bids 
much too low...

Is this not enough 
exploitation
and suffering?
to pry open the crypt 
where collective truths 
are kept? 

Until then I will hold
for all the good people
a vacancy
 in my heart
  unparalleled...

 a love enduring
         unequalled
          uncommon 
      and
      true

from me to you