I Know

I know who the monster of the house is, its

not the one who beats the kids or roams about frothing

at the glands, the petty upsets like napkins on the wrong side

upending plans as much as lives, not the 

closet case drama queen control freak whose pretty pink

insides want's so desperately to be pulled out or display to the 

rest of the EVERYTHING (even if its the souls around) no its

the enablers who let them all get away with it, Cosby & Kelly's crews the

quiet ones who are good with plans, dont call the cops, grow all the greens I

weep dearly at those who watched them and let them walk

away from me too, its all over and stupid and madness too love.

Dont worry sweetie, it'll get better one day, just like

it did yesterday and the day before, twenty years more and 

we'll all be dead inside just like the friends you gave away the

hardship, the beatings here in holms stock give rise to something new its

Don't worry, just a few more fingers for the 

dyke, befroe we all get washed a

.way.

Dreams & Recent Dreaming (a poem)

 

Get your butterfly nets, your giant hooks a sharpened
ready for mouths a gaping, the eyes flopped lollygaged style floundering, sifting, lounging.
Feel them in, gaff them well, club and club and club
until the feet dont feel well, or see the light; till toes cant stand the dancing.

These emotions, they feel like insanity rising,
they seem like stick stuck caught between the hard walls,
bouncing off the long halls, fleeing, gaining near to you.
All the flavors of a hug held near (sell it, dear)

For the only time I forget you, is in the imagined arms of another nearing,
which is a lie for none compete; they are stories strung true, twist clearly
yet I wake each night - yes, every single night, crying, feeling listless
from dreams of your hands there, outstretched, so near. Nearly....

She caught me as one does a gift, did not turn away
that female folly, coming near, oft draining down.
You pull me into me, I sometimes spinning and don't know what to do
you shift me in to you, that kiss stopping time and mercy up and unto itself.

Babe, I woke from this day amongst a dream of you,
at the top of the stairs, sitting in that tightened way
saying all the things I thought I needed, wanted, desired now to bear
Not trusting that version of you, for the real you it churns

in all its twisting brain matter, punked me dearly,
Struck me clearly with a strait look, a wiggled butt
(The way she danced down the hall, grey walls decorated dearly)
She didn't revolt enough there, it seems! Getting her hair a ready. A dream? XD

Babe, visit thus again, thus prep your hands for the holding
for its getting dark, your symbols quickly disappear
time continues to draw us, all the sad songs bind us,
till the Son comes round once again.

Babe, come again,
for the shades are falling, the stars are calling;
the dark, its getting near.
The cold, it rises.

Oh, so very dear; the nearing.
Adieu.

Nordlingen 2 - M.Weisgerber

In Nordlingen's square, they now gather,
Whispers of northern towns recent aflame,
Rothenburg, Dinkelsbuhl, utter ruins,
Trio strange, a foreboding claim.
 
Sun sets in a mystic circle,
Hands entwined, words shrouded deep,
Secrets uttered, none could fathom,
Townsfolk's restless, restless sleep.
 
Dark imagery in their presence,
Shadows cast on ancient ground,
A tree stands, its roots concealing,
Histories yet to be unbound.
 
In the corner of perception,
A black cat with a nub-tailed grace,
Lurks, an omen, an enigma,
Watchful eye on that timeless space.
 
Nordlingen, old and brooding,
Suevite veins run through its core,
Druid whispers in the cobble,
(Secrets whispered, evermore?!)
 
Mysterious flames ignite the night,
As townsfolk ponder, hearts dismayed,
Is it Suevite's fiery vengeance,
Or arson's art in shadows swayed?
 
Town too ablaze, in poetic fury,
A dance of fire, a chilling sight,
The trio's cryptic incantations,
A tale that haunts the endless night.
 
The tree, witness to this drama,
Stands tall amidst the raging pyre,
Symbol of an age-old presence,
Its secrets burned in smoke and fire.
 
And in the periphery lingers,
The nub-tailed cat, a silent wraith,
A guardian of the enigma,
That Nordlingen hides beneath its breath.
x

Nordlingen 1 - M.Weisgerber

In Nordlingen's deark heart, a tale begins to unfold.
Northward cities, ruin's cruel embrace,
Rothenburg, Dinkelsbuhl; now in ashes cold!
(Mysterious blaze, death's darkened trace!)
 
For a trio came south, strange figures veiled in night,
They stood, hands clasped, a circle's dread design,
Whispered words that twisted out of sight,
In shadows cast, the town's sharp lore entwined.
 
The sun set low, a circle in the sky,
As shadows danced and time began to fade,
A hemlock stood tall, its roots a secret lie,
Guarding ancient tales in its temptuous shade.
 
Then a nub-tailed cat, a phantom in the gloom,
Its presence felt, on fringes of the mind,
Watchful, silent, like impending doom,
A feline omen, fate's enigma signed!
 
Nordlingen, ancient, steeped in mystic lore,
Suevite's heart, a meteoric fire;
Druid echoes whispering evermore,
In cobblestones and shadows, they conspire (then?).
 
Nordlingen, all aspark, now aflame! In eerie verse,
A riddle penned in embers and in smoke,
Was it Suevite's ancient, fiery curse,
Or human hands that made the town provoke?
 
A town asunder, a symphony of fright,
Where mystery and dread in chaos blend,
The trio's incantations, dark as night,
Unraveled tales that never seemed to end.
 
The tree, it watched, as flames consumed the land,
A silent witness to the town's despair,
Its roots encased in secrets, buried, grand,
As smoke and fire filled the midnight air.
 
That nub-tailed cat, elusive, slipped away,
A specter in the shadows, there and gone,
A whisper of a presence, night and day,
As Nordlingen's breath, its enigma lingered on.

A Time Then for Singing!

 Here there, tally there; oh on this day of sunshine rose o’ dreaming!

I woke with a thought, then ran quick to jot, this memory all now of a hope-es!

 

For today people are kind I saw the seashore run wild; leapt fast beside to

catch all the wet lighting!  I heard a loud smack & fell on my back, on

 

green grass best oh to roll in!  I wasn’t sure what to wear, or best then to say, all I

know is that spring soon in our land is coming!  For when

 

the sun today rode high, that there would be quick a time, for cheer-den

-merriment-a-frolicking! Yet neighbors agree when they giggle w/ me

 

soon all will be fields of posies & wandering along riversides (there is)?

Such shifts of the poles & flights of colorful birds back to north, I think

 

the gentle rain with snowshade may fall then this morn, yet tomorrow is

promises (great things yet to see & then to smell & tell)!  I witnessed a

 

tailor outside making poof-up jackets so wide; nothing can keep him from

happily a stitching!  For who needs the dew when I’m a

 

writing to you, of castles rising out of near seashores a sparkling? Candles O yes it’s

a day when we get now to chant a “happy somethingsomething” then sent

 

celebrations so wide & fair & true just for..just for..?!  Once more all can dance amongst all

the brighter days, with starshine ‘nuff for several more, I saw I cast

 

grins at doubt, snap fingers at clouds, I hear soft melodies from

all the near windows wandered beside (that of new artists a dreaming?!)  I heard

 

there are tales yet to be told, kitties scratching at posts; a streetside that soon 

might need sweeping!??    

 

So for this Birthday of yours, I’ve done my best not to bore, & hope im

-agination beside bright cheer now runs a-wild! 

 

But adieu for a while, I send this with a smile and all

the best wishes oh just then for you! 

 

Cheers n toodles, -Mark

Apollo, that Hawaiian Rise. -M.Weisgerber.

Dispel, make way!  The rays and waves and aspirations soon to rise,
A cauldron is out there bubbling, brimming
Clouds rising high, matching the crags & swoops coming up,
Rising all around.  Signatures, apt fingers -
Dissolving as soon as grace takes hold.

Hasn't even unveiled its full might yet - the color!!
Oh such gorgeous grotesque drippings, cascading down,
Each stroke dancing brighter, the firelight (torturous, almost!)  The joy..
Paintbrushes ready to capture, filaments 
ready to render. 

Yet who am I, alone on this easy trip?
Merry head felt high, guts placed out in a long line, and

Apollo, in His triumph arises,
pushes himself laughingly up, to the left,
then other side pushing such bars, such impulses aside.
Splitting the day apart with insistence.  I, merely to stoop
and cower, and render, and... and... and...

There is a crown now - pushing, giving birth to the brightness
the light, the hope now rising in a heart.
Even the waves, the edges of my sight they turned.

The mists above, so much swirling, ever circling.

(It takes my breath away..)

The Walk (11/13/2020). -M.Weisgerber

 Love its time: take me, tame me, brand me, all - down to the trail, out to where
the thin lines cut quick & meander past tall roots - rusty monoliths grow

there for another time, oh this other trial; feet & penile don't fail me now!
For we followed the white dog out onto the same pathway you've rumbled
on a hundred thousand times; yes, THE tall brambles that power on, hard 

'lectric pumps that thrum through the same veins as yours or mine, given us purpose
down past the green door...out to where the old loony bin stands tall (the
hard brick of fine fine arches, where debutantes can now wander free) - my oh
my how the mind flutters naturally to hard stones n sterner hearts!  It'