Sunday, January 31, 2021

Staging

Staging

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 31, 2021


A depression of mind

charms the emperor’s palace

Children play, hats and

holes in shoes,

investing wholly until exhausting

themselves body sore and

days between baths

Walk carefully, the

marble paths to the

cathedral are slippery

In their shine, the

snake-eyed reflection

The gold organ pipes writhe

and their music burrows

pockets empty

Saturday, January 30, 2021

Hither and Fro

 Hither and Fro

poem by e.e.cane

Jan 30, 2021


Carry hither and fro

regal thoughts-a-fallin,

world-moving detritus from a

head shaken

Rich ideas spreading as

blood under the warm sun—

freed of cape and crown,

the wealthy arrogance now 

drying as nettle and bone for

the wind to pick up


The good ideas were the harbinger

The canteen to preserve, protect, 

fell away as the earth to the

flapping of leathery wing and

nightmare lashing of tongue 

Friday, January 29, 2021

My Little Friend

 My Little Friend

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 29, 2021


Why, it's my little friend

doubtless, startled by my courage

Such things have been known to happen

Your suspicious eyes tell me I have a ways to go

before acceptance

But I would think congratulations in order for my

exceptional betrayal of shyness

After all, you said the awkward goodbye amid stomach aches

and wretched nervousness

I should think you would welcome the release


I have to say goodbye

Though I relish your strength to get this far without me,

I also detest you

I shall not return

This disease of excessive self-consciousness is

a betrayal of the rest of you,

and there’s too much the world needs to see of that part

for you to seduce me any longer

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Tomorrow...

 Tomorrow...

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 28, 2021


swelling thought 

maybe tomorrow buries itself 

comfortably between modesty

and screaming incoherently

Indeed, whenever I express meekness, 

barbarism follows

When offensively brilliant—conciliatory mocking

I find intolerance can’t wait, so I do,

quietly nestled and keeping my mouth shut

waiting for the next day

and the next

and the next...

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Ode

 Ode

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 27, 2021


awake 

shadow’s loom

weave daydream and

hasten my night-wandering, 

wishing, laughing, brawling tenderness

and torture of truth

That I breathed,  brimming measure against

the creep of still and spiritlessness,

burn brighter in my insensible domain, 

my ode, life

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Peasants

 Peasants

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 26, 2021


lips, sea-swell impertinent

whispers folly, proves I’ll listen

Forgetting myself, eyes dry

from watching, freedom is elusive while

in her presence

Feelings, thin peasants crowding, 

rise sharply to protest my abstinence 


Methinks they protest too much

Monday, January 25, 2021

Status

 Status

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 25, 2021


God-favored status

—who wouldn’t listen?

Being ridden by the 

pontiff tiara-wearing self-appointed 

is simply a reflection of human design

Leadership, control-stirring their

kettle of sorrows until fear bubbles up,

bottling that under pressure—surely to fizz

when opened, but by then

the money has already changed hands

The pious allow just enough knowledge,

but not enough to overcome

the fear they instill

The awakening crowd finds themselves 

lost with nothing to replace their ignorance

They quickly seek and accept the

first plausible from someone who’s pontiff

hat is just being fitted