Thursday, May 31, 2012

Safety Sloop

Bleeding warmth to savage winds
I lean against the coastlines bend…
Against the sea, the farthest pale,
I push against the winters swell.

I pull myself into the wind
until the lee is lost again
and that which may be there
Is left for me to find it.

No whale or shoal upon this sea
Will stop to bind or hinder me
Unless the craven crawl returns
me safely to the leeward shore.

Michael S Brady

Monday, March 05, 2012

Holiday Goat

Holiday Goat
In fields that spring the newborns played,
By summer all the doelings caged
Now only sheep remain at graze
To see the coming winter.

From the old I take the young
And leave the damned to mourn the loss
In faith that ritual sacrifice
Will ease this doubt I’m given to.

Sheltered under broken rock 
Yet high above the thing to come
I edge the razor with a strap
And dream of two door-ed Cadillac’s.

From here the harshness shines in waves
To break on meat that smells of salt
And colors bruised to bloody rust,
(A grit that slowly wears in time.)

Winged and weightless the flies hover,
Sure that in the intensity of sheen
A sweetness is upon them,
Just as I mistake the agony of effort
For a prayer of submission.

Razor strapped and polished slab
I cleanse to myth my ruthlessness.

Mike Brady 2010 (revised 3/12)

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