Playing God
The tedium of daily life
is filled with things I can't control.
Traffic. Rain. The impolite.
And then there is the daily toil;
day by day the days they pass
monotony will take its toll.
With my hands I can play God.
Press and palm; mend and mold;
my hobby is to clay-make voles
and little buildings, streets
and signs; statues, bridges;
the common and the slightly bold.
Once it happened, buildings fell,
in the place of pearly voles.
Some voles were broken past repair;
some streets completely crumbled there.
I know it was the brown voles who
destroyed the white in jealousy.
The brown voles, they all look the same;
they're oily, smell bad; cowardly.
I shook my arm and smashed the brown;
knocked their bisque-made buildings down.
One thousand browns for each pearl lost
as browns are evil they bear the cost.
Whites are beautiful and brave
and pristine as the Virgin's hole.
The Deconstruction
Lunch with Bouchard at Rene del Aquinta's,
from the terrace he gleams at the workers
that pass. "Each one, unknowing, is building
my house, each brick they carry to meld
to the stone. As long as they're not given
much berth to tarry, each one will toil
in misery alone."
He coughs on a pastry as he chuckles the words,
to himself, "arbeit macht frei", like some private joke,
"arbeit macht frei, indeed."
But I feel the rumble as the balcony trembles
just so slightly, a hum that gets lost in the breeze.
But I taste the dust of a thousand balpeen hammers
that crumble the buildings and plaster the breeze.
"An ant is as nothing to this brick of brie," I say
as I select the choice wedge from the platter,
"but one thousand could rend it to nothing in minutes
and we are out numbered one million to one."
The wrought copper table sets to clatter as he laughs,
"the people are slaves, the revolution is talk
so let them eat cake, just not on the clock."
(04-26-2013, 08:53 PM)justcloudy Wrote: milo these prompts seem to be all running together for me lately... so here's a political bitching rant. ;D I might work on this one more later, I like it well enough as a first draft.
If I was more of a planner, I would have a list of prompts in advance but, unfortunately I scramble each day to think of something. It's a miracle I haven't used the same one twice!
. )
) My guess is on Milo; but Mikey you obviously write in a way that puts me in mind that you are an inspiration...so untill someone else claims the prize, I think you should keep quiet and bask in the glory anyway. 