Downtown Treblinka hemmed into hamlets by the awesome guardpoststhe weary beaten staggerinto black Calcuttian holesto be transported to prosperous futilitywhisked by gleaming publicly funded expenseonly marred by the spots of the unhappily assimilatedbroken only by their black bootsstomped through lack of humanityor lined up on the wall of advanced humility orcutthroat bestialityexperimented on by cleverContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Downtown Treblinka””
Author Archives: Robert K Stephen (CSW)
Poetry Corner: “A junkie of sorts”
A junkie of sorts up the highway flows the citrus juicefrom Floridacelebrity Anita Bryant (who is she anyways?)the pusherscores a hitand all are satiatedexcept the Orange Birdwho weeps in lamentfor she can’t talkandis forced to singat gunpoint Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad”
Empty Ballad he basks in the spotlightan angelandthe throngs surroundcalling for morethe critics raveonly time knows that he is nothingbut words and music of an eraa face on an album cover They hate him for he is nothing like themmore than they know they will ever behis reality crushes their dreamshis words their fantasy HeContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad””
Poetry Corner: “Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)”
Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (circa 1961) Well it was certainly quite a daylet’s go to bedWait!I have to brush my teeth You already did Come on let’s go for a walk But it is two o’clock in the morning Oh all rightturn off the light and look the other way o.k. Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “All we get are the coffee grinds”
All we get are the coffee grinds The mighty converge in golden dimensionscrouched behind Cornish hens and brutforging the new world for the exclusive benefit of all charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers fantasizingvomiting steams of foulnessthe be lapped up ignorant optimists applauded from the blackrobed rotundalet it be known he did not dieContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “All we get are the coffee grinds””
Poetry Corner: “Prostitutes of a kind”
Prostitutes of a kind beautiful peoplebought and sold on the auction blockcash by the hour clean whoringbegging for the big breakbut another photograph away butfor nowsnapping, clicking whirringanemic furiousity all for the NEW FALL LINEfabricatingTHE NEW LIFESTYLEfor all to enjoy or suffer Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner : “The religious convention”
The religious convention The identical airwavesnot even blushinglymajestically christianically present36,000 starving Ethiopianssickly begbibles hiddenstruggling with the desire to brandishmeanwhilethe political arena presentschinless wonderscheered on by fat funeral supplier salesmenwith mistresses in minkex-wifes in trailer campsall guzzling pilsnerdancing the wrong WASP beatand bare breasted skeletons swayemaciated and ready to collapse with too many diet Cokesthe sunContinue reading “Poetry Corner : “The religious convention””
Poetry Corner: “Back in the reincarnation cycle”
Back in the reincarnation cycle Slapped on the asswrenched out with latex glovesspotlight blinds the primary visiona warm welcome to lifehorrid formula milkand the accursed Pablumshitting all over the placethe Big Ones pat our heads” so cutebut so obnoxious and get rid of them quicksthrust into the gulags of kindergarten barricades angry onesyell at usdiscipline,Continue reading “Poetry Corner: “Back in the reincarnation cycle””
Poetry Corner: “The orange cake”
The orange cake The son and daughter in law’s visitcelebrated by the baking or an orange cakelovingly constructed as her late husband’s favouritememories chokerelieved but temporarily through secret martinis spirited away in the kitchenseeks to soothe but daggers of pain dig deeperfrom wounds that will never healonly temporarily addressed by hope foistered on three childrensuchContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “The orange cake””
Poetry Corner: “The unwitting Hitler within parents”
The Unwitting Hitler within parents Two sistersalmost a lifetime agoa purchase by mother and father of a gleaming tricyclefor the Otherwith the victim despite salty semi-professional whining receives nothingas the parental government of favouritism places its tenderscontracting with the grey matter commandant to supervise the layingof the barbed wireand land minesagainst Freudian trained mind undergroundContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “The unwitting Hitler within parents””
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