Tag Archives: Poem

An Isolating Event (a poetic endeavor)

An Isolating Event

            by Joel Howard

 

sinking blue

skies to mud and Anarchy, a

convergence  

of downcast souls, where  

lame wishes so pure bay bereft

at doors front back right left;

 

yet down further fall

the heavens already deep-sunken,

to briny-deep darkness,

            where dreams   

ever rest at nature’s  

insistent pall.

 

Today heed anew the taunting and

bottomless echo, a promise to re-

emerge, to again bloom ‘neath

parting clouds, leaving

old orders  – so very

rough-spirited and trying  –  to decay,

knowing the sun rises (at nature’s behest)

somewhere beyond

this paralyzing wave’s crest.

 

The Electric Substation: A Poem

The Electric Substation

by Joel Howard

 

A noise brightly hums before

sprinting madly beyond the fence of

barbed wire threats,

scissor-humming

in and out as colors neon

there solely to

buoy the people’s loudest needs

 

             hum-um-um

energy is flipped

in ceaseless arcs

with Yankee Doodle

can do-ism, forever

feeding the masses their steady diet  

of intensely rich pleasures –

sharp of taste and high-spirited –

 

encasing the cityscape in

sweet muscle and might

 

this narcotic fed the people.

HunkerShelter – A Poem

HunkerShelter

            by Joel Howard

 

do you prefer

shelter to

hunker,

 

hunker to

shelter,

 

or perhaps

fuck-this-noise-I’m-

French-kissing-strangers-and-licking-doorknobs

is more your cup o’ tea?

 

Ah well, enjoy, my friend.