You Know the Green
walk softly on the spongy foam
beneath the trembling sharks
they sleep and dream
the elm tree tattoo on her back is a planet
it splits from lighting into a devil
sitting under the glowing embers
of the old man’s pipe
the angel never there
each blade a heaven for the wings
the banker’s arm with fluttered eyes
there is an angry dog
wild circles of each pupil, the message of flame
Roman’s trying to catch
prescription for all this
and none at the same time
a young child’s song
gathering moss
don’t let the day grow old
without the rim of vigor
sin soaked golden rays
for the mercy of it all
she wonders on the why
and wherefore
the man who tells her
sexy as the skin
was a beggar and not a lover
she drinks in the hollow
as Morpheus laughs
about whores, drunks, and winos
shirttails all out with fortune
when Pan played his flute
she stares down the road
the fire of glory in her head
dirt, a field of dreams and scarecrows
a smile that brings you down
in furrows
- Glen Lantz
(added 03.09.09)
The Wind Blows
the ghost swings over
of dreams, no more below
but still and bottom landing
broken down and off the wheel
about the road where goats pass
and when they bleat, Jacob’s ladder
wrestling with the angel, shot dead
Lazarus from the tomb . . . spills out
The scroll’s telling tale, “he is dead”
flowers planted long ago
comes between you and me
in the dim moonlight a shaggy head
in this barn a boy
a girl with crows eyes
a nest for life
the drumming and dancing
to believe the sight
a moment of glowing rise
hard footed was the land
the old man now appears
fists like hammers
voices flutter like in a dream
throwing down the runes
setting on the morning
the hands of time
asking for the dish
a bowl for the proper
the name upon his lips
as death grows around him
the splash of cold
the son a reflection
across the plains
a fur of pitch
his hand upon the plow
trusting in the horse
moving the memories
into the unknown
once again
a new generation
as the fence posts tilt
and resist the wire
the wind blows
- Glen Lantz
(added 03.09.09)
Dissected
seamlessly blended
slowly gliding
fall like flashes
reveals your anger
and joy
your power has limits
no utopian goodness
it’s ironic salvation
dissected in the dish
so smooth and mellow
aged like bourbon
in a burned barrel
life and vitality
a warrant at the door
the hungry partner
rich with secrets
elbowed hard
back to life
irresistible breaking out
the curious gather
around the fire
made out of anguish
sprouting up like seedlings
irritated by the odd
accepted by the fading
the sun goes down
around your ankles
working out the bizarre
encapsulating it all
within the cold stare
the green sponsor
pours the beer
Capitalist Reichstag
on F street
hip hop wars
throwing out rhymes
pronouns bleeding
in the streets
blood on your carpet
the Mercedes rolls
this took a turn
you couldn’t predict
your cards given away
to pay the bills
for Homer’s adventures
I came across a friend
who once was a monster
now he sells betting tips
at the track
and lives with his mother
the lost boys never grow up
- Glen Lantz
(featured in the poetry forum 03.09.09)
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