Showing posts from January, 2012

We Are Broken Rain

Broken rain falls independently
without potential for perichoresis
they do not forming puddles
as they should.
Every separate ambition
is at odds with all the other
little ambitions, trapped in a snow-globe world of self-significance and matchstick babel towers of our own sordid achievements.
Cheep philosophies rebound from the walls of this snow-globe, self-fashioning limitless echoes which guess the content of any counter argument. They chew off their own ears in the self-importance of being a teacher, like a faustian imbecile who has littered the floor with pages of children's books but thought himself above their pictures.
Who punctuates his life with commas of conversation: All opportunities to shout white noise at bored and tired ornaments of ego, and thus banish listening to the caverns of past lessons, that are remembered and repeat but in fact, never learned! Even in the nursery we piled high our matchstick babel towers we dreamt of bathing in heaving coins and paper bills convinced our own plastic ch…