Castle of the Unknown

You escape into a castle of the unknown

And find a note in the entryway

which is composed in free verse

that leads you through many doors

opening to its various hidden rooms.

Inside the first room is an eyeball on the wall

named Zod.

The next room contains stationary as old as silence,

or perhaps older.

It leads to an antique room made of salt.

And there is yet another room

dreamed of in a kiss.

Entirely white, it can never be remembered.

Through the doorway a sparrow now enters

and mid-way in flight it stops and becomes

feathers only feathers.

An old piano plays in the hallway

whose notes are but whispers

that have never known morning.

These are the kind of sad processions

that remain the unwritten music

in the dormitory of the mind.

And it is too bad you will not return to reason

though it is without reason that we create new roads

and you will ask

is reality not but a dream?

but it is only memory that pretends an answer.

Truth Sells

The trumpets sound. The rancorous villains have smuggled away all of the dandy confections of moral society. And now night blooms while the fires envelope the decay. The apportionment of apples shall provide strength to the starving masses. A feather drops into a well. There is hardly time for menageries and stolen wishes.
The sun's freedom shines upon all and the whisper of the morning becomes like a snowflake in air in the crystal fornication of light. How shall we succeed, how shall we begin? Like two poles of light burning at the end. Death walks beneath all shadows. There is comfort in the rain, there is no comfort in the blank skies above us. Science is but a butterfly carried by the wind.
Such and such... ah sweet odes of now and again! From here to there I give you flight and take away tomorrow for you will only dream, and man, like sin, will fade away, for I give you vengeance and tragedy, which are the makings of history. All that I imply and all that I implore is not so much as a wink on a night of pleurisy. You will love me, we shall love one another, and these hands will touch each others and become the blind twigs of forest life. Watch as I attract the birds. The full moon in all its infamy dangles in. The curtain calls. The stage is set. And we are utterly fooled.
Everyone is encrusted by their own wisdoms. Who tells, the heart tells, the pig sells. For a pittance we can be sailors on the long waves of nowhere and to nowhere we shall come and be known as saints. The clouds will even part for our pardon. Look who's talking: a fish with a man's head. It's a man with a fish's organs needing to swim in the fountain of youth. Have they received his coin? The butts of minnows stand in awe. But it's raining school children and the factories must close. Ah, the factories and their flowers and their fragrances. Shall we shower alone or shall we shower in the rain? Is it considered proper and will they alone decide our freedom? Gather in a perfect line and march.