Craig Stormont- Three Poems

the flow

the only natural constant in our world is change

like the stars that appear

at evening time

only to fade before daybreak

or the wind

that howls past

more severe than a breeze

and tides that recede

then return

as with birds

after cold winters

the greatest task we face

is adapting to continual alteration

benign or catastrophic

to succeed at this is the true mark of mastering life

and becoming

OCEAN

the age of insanity is ours

ring a bell

a neighbor makes chopped meat

out of someone’s friend – somewhere

fills the woodchipper

or plans a public explosion

in the name of god

I don’t want to meet them

I’ll shy away

the ocean is better

they go there to swim

and forget

or remember

not to kill

more human

- a dream

few killings at the beach

except fish

besides

you can swim – away

when it’s late

alone

it’s beyond words

like you belong

at home

it can fool you

The Bacchanal

working the use of time
a reverie more in order
some sensible bacchanal
a Dionysian charge
an afternoon better spent
considering time limits
subconscious binary to lent
or any lunatic in a suits’
suggestion of order
contradicting earth’s present chaos
in the year of our lord terrorism and bomb em’
feeding the bureaucracy for pay
appeasing the frightened
after frightening them
while crows will gather in orchards
squawking at looming dark October skies
brought by false knowledge
the bombardment to condition
and sell brings
feeding the machine for profit
without considering cost
the babbling brook is contaminated
water is no longer free
watch out for Ebola
rinse chemicals off the grapes
pass the goddamn wine