Looking Back On A Blue World Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Shallow mantras no longer work
Soldiers without their lithium
Bipolar villages attacked
Outside the carnage of uniforms
Tentacles of the city of God
Mausoleums sing of tranquility
The beggars under Lazarus’s table
T S Elliot’s wife climbs the walls
Park benches become graveyards
All this success with dead orgasms
They sell religion on every birthday
Hooray! Here comes the new moon
Open the stars with dark visitors
Shall we all sing as the ship sinks?

Docile heart of stone politeness
So able in civil matters
Beneath you are the broken
We avoid real words
We make it all so grand
Banal art with no soul
Cold with a cover of velvet
I am the petty drama
The ogre storm
Dire winds awaken the world
Run for your mirrors
Run into the dross of flags
Your prosaic poetry bores me
Bovine fluff

Razor eyes of incest
Huddled in one big club
Dionysus shreds the pink portfolio
Graceless galleria of Main Street
Rancor of the beats
Style as wicked as Ezra Pound
Champions of the falling tower
This kingdom of disdainful slaves
The future of titanic
No Atlantis rises
Compassion for those under the boot
For those that feel the angst
Loss of the physical world
Looking back on a blue world