Paradise LostA Poem by RuseInexPondering the Introspective
it’s late fall, almost start of winter
in central valley west coast California cold bareness, beige yellow soil covered with desiccated puncture vine, dead, or dyin’ bits of debris, dried grasshopper carcass just lying there, i wonder if it enjoyed its summer some brown ants moving slowly toward it i wonder if they consider it road kill John the Baptist ate locusts relatives of this kind these tiny, six legged creatures i’ve often wanted to communicate with them, ask if they know who created them, or if they know who we are anyway, they mind their own business smart, no hurry, it’s winter they’ve stored most of their food away already that’s what some biologist’s have written (i believe ’em) these hard working insects are slow today like the morning sunlight, a circular, dull yellow, flat disc through the cold mist, moves secretly slow almost as if it is alive and can think (whose to say it can’t) it’s like watching a plant grow; watching the disc move, you try to clock its slow procession from its eastern mountain nest you try, but the process is so slow too slow, you bore you rebel and dismiss your own rudeness and get away to other more interesting things but there’s nowhere to go you’re up to your ears with media internet, music, television gameboys, sitting, pacing, texting, YouTubing sports events you’re fed up, with tweeting, skyping and the plethora of other electronic activities so, WTH! . . . the holidays are around the corner . . . Earth’s closest star’s hanging 20 degrees above in the pastel blue whiteness of sky now it was black sky at mid-night last night, with countless suns can’t ever touch them, stars so there’s no point, is there? never can reach them a fantastic cricket named Jimmy wished on one of them you can see them off the internet’s image pages, off the Hubble off the radioscopes nestled in heart of south american jungles or high mountain tops in Chile, or from the Challengers’ flights what’s the point? even if you could touch them and say you found a Goldilocks Planet in their nurturing shadow proximity you couldn’t get away from Earth anyway or send abused, mistreated, persecuted, maligned refugees there too, too far yesterday the sky betrayed me it harnessed the light of our closest star that turned traitor; Sun descended into the horizon taking its light with it no, i’m not gonna worship it like the Egyptians; recall, they called it Ra, isn’t it just a doggone orange star? 4.5 billion years old and only five billion left before it dies kicking and screaming as it turns into a red giant? i won’t worship it like the Aztecs did it won’t add longevity to my own life what did they call theirs, the same star as the Egyptians tonatiuh, Aztec sun god sacrificed blood to it killing their own kind their loved ones for it the Mayans did it too Kinich Ajaw, their own kind for a star that shines in our sky today same one they couldn’t touch in the depths of delusion allusion, delusion, deceived by evil energies fallen ones the arch villain ones from Paradise Lost the ones that make me pissed today try to make me worship them but i won’t (not knowingly) crazy dude called Adolf did it too didn’t sacrifice to a star directly, but in delusion worshipped evil deities from the Pleiades, a group of stars too you know bring in Dr. Phil or Freud do we need them? ’course not any fool can recognize Evil the soil is soft, almost no sounds from it no protests from it as i compress its puffed up disposition fluffed up by low barometric pressure, less than the 15 plus bars of mercury at sea level fluffed from rain, drying out, wet, then drying out again i’m thankful for the relative peace the creatures below my feet are enjoying the sun is good for that, amen © 2015 RuseInex |
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Added on December 1, 2015 Last Updated on December 1, 2015 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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