Apples For The Serpent by Klaus J. Gerken * revel he offered her pizza but she wanted sex he said i have no money she said you sound like my ex he got up and left her on the deserted bench she got up and followed but spoke only french she shouted je t'aime he shouted you don't you just want my money and won't heal the wound she sat on the pavement it was well after 3 A.M. when he got home with no ecstasy kjg 415am 22 may 2015 * morning the sky is clear except for wisps of dark blue clouds the air is crisp and cold and refreshing as the bright sun rises in the east the silent streets deserted where nothing stirs not even a whisper of breeze disturbs the morning meditation sometimes in moments like these one merges with the close environment and gathers sanction with the earth no superior beings we only what is registered as a natural communion with the universe kjg 602am 22 may 2015 * the crowning glory for the human species is not war (as it should be) but peace it's a wonder they acheived it for the short periods of time they have. kjg 1231pm 22 may 2015 * brief encounter give me head she said so i gave her head you're good she said i'm always good in bed so the night crept on till the early light love is not a shadow when the mood is right kjg 1048pm 23 may 2015 * blind faith he's a church going atheist in love with the priest he loves the eucharist and christ rising like yeast he knows there's no god but passionately prays for divine consummation of a union some day it's a perfect conception two virgins in sta- sis - who would have thought there'd be a reception where francis the mule would provide intervention. kjg 7am 30 may 2015 * If you have no respect for the past, you have no respect for the future; you are grounded in the present with blinders on. And the present has no meaning either, since you can't see where it is leading you. kjg 1015am 29 may 2015 * nod falling asleep again don't know where don't know when so tired it is so good to dream what a scream what's it mean so tired sometimes it all seems odd have a nod in the cot so tired but here i go again nodding off again all the same so tired kjg 254pm 30 may 2015 * the written word is not thinking the written word is construction plain and simple kjg 629am 31 may 2015 * If I were a US citizen, and listened to anymore pre-election coverage, I would be so insane by the time the election came around, I would vote for the psychopath! kjg 3am 1 jan 2015 * apples for the serpent it doesn't really matter where the apple goes madam le pomme will always rise again kjg 354am 1 jun 2015 * bird on a branch branch on a tree tree in the ground anchored firmly kjg 4am 2 jun 2015 * It's turning into a world of artificial people. kjg 452am 2 jun 2015 * alone no one wants an old man's thoughts these days are like a lost endeavour ancient like an oak about to fall under the weight of centuries what hurts most is not the discommunication but the isolation where the mind retreats into itself because no one will listen to experience and past existence i am of the past and nothing can be done to alleviate that grave condition my death is closer than my birth and very few remember what my past was like today is very different and no one cares that once we the old also embraced youth kjg 1155am 2 jun 2015 * madness when the twilight zone of normal radiates abuse gather what is formal and of little use the door is not a shelter it opens when it creaks rusted water leaks there-under no one dares drink water neat hollow eyes will crack the mirror empty eggs just lie in heat where the waste precludes the fullness the fog of clearness will repeat life's not measured by the spoonful but the madness that we seek kjg 342am 4 jun 2015 * shadows shadows do not reflect in mirrors vampires of the twilight they hold us hostage on a quantum level without any evidence they exist shadows are not sentient but follow us around even lead the dance or sway sideways at a sideways glance nothing is as profound or disconcerting as a shadow and there is little that can be done even when the sun disappears there is a shadow that envelops us in night invisible it mirrors what we will become kjg 1255am 5 jun 2015 * my poetry wait and see is the argument of experts i have no use for it unless in tactical situations but then I'm not a soldier i just want to get things done and to do that preparation is everything you must know what you are doing where things are and how they fit together there is no time to study when the moment strikes so it is with poetry - years of study and preparation allow me to write without revision revision is for later if i change my mind i react to the world of madness through mad visions i don't want to analyze - i want to respond with a clear unfettered thrust of unadorned words kjg 220pm 5 jun 2015 * koan take an empty sheet of paper and write an empty poem when no one's there to read it it will blossom on its own kjg 719am 6 jun 2015 * Master says: redress! Pupils changes clothes. Master laughs like thunder: Good, he says, you know! kjg 721am 6 jun 2015 * the futility tragedy will drip down your back whether you like it or not and you don't have time to wipe your forehead when disaster strikes you are plain and simply fucked no use running for the hills the lottery is the same at both ends either you vomit or you shit if you survive there is not destiny no purpose but to gather dust and make it clay when you form a perfect human being breathe a soul into it - hate for love and love for hate - and do it all again kjg 7 jun 2015 * garden brown brush leads to murder double jeopardy omits a clause fiction is reality i saw it yesterday while getting out of a nonexistent car there are three trees in the desert only two can be seen at any one time but then you can never see the trees only their shadows are significant i will plant my garden and retire i have no desire to explain my life my gate has a latch and two hinges it creaks when it opens and closes i am not yet leaving but my time will come tend my garden when i fade away kjg 8 jun 2015 * rain pavement wet with google-eyed bubbles eyes of madness mirror the encroachment of insane metamorphs of rage and darkness cowering humanity shrinks thereunder synthetic umbrellas reflect the conscience of bundled up pedestrians haunched beneath the weight of centuries if not all time internal voices drag them through the mud distant rumbles stir the ancient gods awake no one waits for traffic lights or stands in doorways that give shelter from the stinging rain there is no time for reflection only prayer the city closes like a raven's claw around its prey that we've become beneath the non-existent stars kjg 753am 8 jun 2015 * virus the slobbering gluttons are at it again they praise the hunt but only keep the hoofs there is no reason to forgo their pizza or burger it's their eucharist the holy grail of substitution not to be denied their superiority - flabby membrane of their rifle barrels - crass stupidity - they don't care who or what they kill - killing is their destiny proving they are human beings in the flower of perfection they pose with trophies of their grinning cowardice their only accomplishment is money and the fame it brings shallow in their shallowness they prance around like prima donnas nothing on their resume but aimless desperation - sport is killing on a frozen level not involved and no regret - when the river runs dry it's not their poison that's to blame kjg 821pm 8 jun 2015 * madness he angered his keepers he didn't obey they said he was in denial when he didn't see it their way but he noticed their anger when outside their books he showed them a new trick freud didn't teach the poor rooks so they put him away in a cell made of glass where they viewed his behaviour like a holy jackass on the day he escaped death ruled the repast kjg 125am 9 jun 2015 * If I have to explain my poetry I'm not doing it right. kjg 150am 9 jun 2015 * * Copyright 2015 Klaus J. Gerken Published by Ygdrasil Press