MECHANISM

MECHANISM
To summon
All voices

Magicks
The poem

An incantation

A spell

Whispering
Into the void

The silence

Made form
Made flesh

The dreams
Of man

Temporal
Corporal

From
Mind
Body
Soul

The universal
Thread

A mechanism
A transmission

From
The beginning

To
The end

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt3091019-bible_black-and-white_book_journal_writing_writing-tool.jpg

A WINTER TALE : ONE CIGARETTE

ONE CIGARETTE

 

“It’s cold out here
I’m freezin’ ta death!”

 

An old man
Says teeth chattering
In his skull

 

I walk past
All the bars the
Hipsters the vagrants
Past the bright lights
Of clubs & stores
That offer no refuge
From the below zero
Glare of street lamps
And cars

 

But there
She stands freezing
Shaking uncontrollably
On the corner
In a short dress
& a thin puffy coat
Trying to look tough
When she can’t be more
Than 17

“Hey mister !”

“You got a cigarette?”

 

I turn to look
Across the street

 

“I’ll suck your cock for twenty dollars”

 

And in a moment
That seems like an eternity
I stare. It’s that feeling that
Comes over you when it
Seems like everything
Is unreal

 

But then
It hits me

 

Not disgust
But a nausea
A sadness that suddenly
Wells up into my gut
My soul and my heart
Broken into 100,000 pieces
In less than 30 seconds

 

I shake my head …

 

“No.”

 

I don’t have a cigarette for you

 

Go home.

 

Your Mom & Dad
Are probably dying
Right now without you

Go find a warm shelter and
Get off this street now or I’ll
Have to call the police

 

“Fuck You !”

 

She replies

 

And again
That nauseous feeling
Returns

 

And sadly
And calmly
I reply back

 

Not even one
Cigarette or a $20 dollar bill is going to
Save your sorry ass
And if you haven’t already
Noticed God isn’t saving you
Or watching over you
Either

 

So
You only have
2 choices

 

You can freeze
To Death or you can save
Yourself

And that’s
The only gift
There is

 

Living.

 

And I don’t care

 

“Merry Christmas”

 

And I
Walked off into
The cold & the snow
Knowing nothing
More for her
Could ever be done

 

~ R.M.2018

 

Notice

NOTICE

My long dead
Animal spirit
Doesn’t give
2 shits about your
Drama, symbols, politics
Pornographic presidents
Or clever displays

In my dialect
A long lost forgotten language
Of primitive signs  smoke filled
Bars, cigarettes, man caves  &
Sun gods on vacation
Riding old motorcycles

Into the dusk

The last of my tribe
Who share these
Ancient memories of
The earth the trees
And the sky &
Of getting laid
On a Saturday night

Tequila
Poetry
& Open
Mics

The zine ?
Now the only
True bible
True words which still
Remain sacred

Poetry
Once again overthrown
By the domestication
Of the human race
A totem left here & there
For posterity’s sake

But the voices
Will always
Stay as they
Travel upon
The wind

Never extinct
Not yet
Not ever
As long as
We remain

Logos

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Shakespeare Once Said

SHAKESPEARE ONCE SAID

 

Shakespeare once said:
The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman
(But never a lunatic)
Or a spy

That night when
Shakespeare saw Marlowe
Only briefly
In the mirror
When words came to him
In the silence
Of the night air or
From a bottle
Or a muse

When dreamers, poets were
Murdered
Softly ever so softly
Without prayers
Merely
For convience

Under the shadow
Of the moon
Buried in books or
Buried in unmarked
Graves alone

But
Shakespeare never said
Anything about the dead

He only wrote about
All his ghosts second hand

Yes.

Shakespeare
Used to say alot
Of shit

Sometimes
Even twice

Failed Human Mantra

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FAILED HUMAN MANTRA

Repeat After Me:

I am perfect
I am powerful
I am strong
I am whole
I am loving
I am happy
I am harmonious

Fuck.

I am
None of
These
Things
But human

I am
None of
These things
But words
With decomposing

“Flesh”

 

~ Talon
(R.M. Engelhardt)

The Ballad of Fast Eddie

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THE BALLAD OF FAST EDDIE

Back
In the 1970s
Fast Eddie was
An old man
Who walked
Down the streets
Of the city
Of Troy
Looking for a
Fight looking for
All the bad guys in
A child sized
Cowboy hat with
Two cap
Pistols & his
Belt looking
For the
OK Corral
On the streets
And in the
Alleyways of
The city where
He was the sheriff
Waiting for the clock
To strike

Noon

“Eat lead!”

Eddie would yell
At all the passersby’s
Who laughed
At him cap
Guns blazing in
The air
The sun the
Fastest gunslinger
In the West
This side of
Albany a legend
Who kept Troy
Safe from a world
Too hard to
Understand too
Scared to deal
With life & all
The pressures
Of the world
And of
The mind

Eddie
Liked his
Sarsaparilla
Straight up
And took no
Gruff from
Anyone another
Hero lost in time
Protecting the world
From the men in
Black hats that
We could
Never see

Eddie
Was a real
Gunfighter
A real man that
All the children
Could look up
To a man who
Was kind but
Tough but who
Didn’t see the
End coming

Until one
Day when
Eddie was casually
Walking down
The block
And got shot down
By the gas company
Maintenance man
Known to all his friends
As Tom Terrific
Who pointed his
Finger at Eddie
And said

“Draw!”

And fired

But Eddie just
Wasn’t fast
Enough
His pistols never
Leaving the holsters
In time

Pow! Pow!
Tom’s finger
Took him down
And Eddie
Pretended to
Be shot
And dropped
To the ground

And
That was
The End
Of Fast
Eddie
And he
Was sent
To a psychiatric
Hospital
Where they
Just called him

“Ed”

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Homeless Warriors

HOMELESS WARRIORS

We are
Multitudes
Young &
Old
Men &
Women
An army
Dethroned
Without the
Respect of
Generations

You cannot
See what
We’ve seen
The fine
Line between
Humanity
And disease
Destruction
Poverty

Death

So I beseech
Thee
America
To believe
To care
To help
To save

For we
Have lost
Our families
Brothers &
Sisters to
The grave
The enemies
Which you
In all your
Endless campaigns
Have created

The sons &
Daughters
Of your fate

You cannot
Will not
Ignore us
Those who
Have laid
Down our
Bodies &
Souls
Sacrificed our
Very existence
So you can
Watch television
And drink beer
Without a
Conscience

For there
Is no more glory
No Valhalla
In a country full
Of political
Vultures &
Fakes

You have
Betrayed &
Abandoned us
With our
Insanity &
Disabilities
Wounds &
Without anymore
Weapons to fight
Back without
Food or a
Place to rest
Our heads

You have
Disappeared
After Vietnam
Afghanistan
Iraq & Kuwait
Without a single

“Thank you”

For is
No place
Left for damaged
Warriors
In your self
Serving beliefs

And we
Are still fighting
For survival
Every day
Waiting
Praying for
One more
Victory

Unnoticed

Solitude

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They say that
To be alone is
Either a heaven or
A hell

I’ve seen both

These moments
Something between
Zen or
Near suicide
An epiphany
Or a failure
A reckoning or
A dream

It’s humanity
It’s just about
Being human
It’s either desperation
Or the muse
The silence
Or the weary
The lonesome heart
Of all that is either
Noble or fair
Rich or poor
Loved or unloved

And in this
We become
And in this
We find what
Defines us

For
The soul
Is a silent
Angel merely
Waiting
To speak

What We Once Had

Alchemy .jpgWhat we once had was poetry. Visions and star dust. Translucent. Death to the machine, the grind the walk that we must walk. The everyday pantomime of social media and daily life. I am bored. Asleep in the 21st century.  I want monoliths, transcendence and truth. Moments of humanity that don’t come with a price tag or a sale, a selfie or a headline.
What we once had was poetry. Visions and star dust lost behind the veil of pretty pictures and smiles. Goodnight sweet prince goodnight.

 

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