The Wire ~ a melodrama

We are as slow as the world turning,
regard us with attention though;
we pass through time
luminous as a sun’s morning rehearsal-
you should be simply
astonished at our constant smiling.

When we walk outdoors, it is a great event,
although, we do not have
time nor the patience to think;
we do not worry what will happen without
your undivided attention;
birds always stand still upon the wire.

They are arranging and rearranging their
brown downy feathers,
we saw them first.
There was something about them, much
like pieces of flat cardboard-
flat in winged flight, wilted when wet.

We sit in our underwear and stockings
when it rains;
we often think, let’s do something awful,
so white, so suddenly.
We wait for a spirit to alter our faces-
being evil is so difficult.

We only play the white keys on our piano
with our alphabetical fingers,
the sound is rather mechanical-
like a taping at your window;
hide your faces from the rhetoric,
a musical disease.

This could be death stalking, the cold angel
with the lichen-bitten name.
She’s looking for the one sin that will
tip you over the precipice
into the land with the iron dove gates;
remember, she wears white cold wings.

Compared to her, we’re a couple of white swans,
dragging in four directions in an ill-wind;
it never seems we’re quite ready,
we prefer white sheets instead-
that way, our faces have no features
when we kick in your door for an exorcism.

Did we mention we do not like your children,
we prefer them precariously rare,
stitched to a church altar, buried in a hymnal.
All their imperfections, yet somehow
it makes the gods jealous;
such flatness like cardboard cannot be holy.

Speaking of, let my sister and I flatten and
launder the goodness of your soul.
That will happen at the precise moment when
the bigot wind blows,
when the leaves shrivel in the cold dark air;
turn up your hands, sinners (or something like that).

Let’s see, we have the white sheets, the distorted
white faces, your last will and testament
written in hieroglyphics on cardboard paper,
the old bricks to break your windows;
are you ready for eternity as it engulfs you?
Wait. It’s those damn birds again clinging to the wire.

Their off-color will be our death. Wearing
dusk hoods like a Mary.
We wish they’d keep their distance in their
own brown neighborhoods
before they engulf us with their terrible element.
It frightens our discriminating minds, our well-being.

We prefer a white clean chamber, no miracles
of course; maybe an accomplishment or two.
We will last it out, we will last it out;
does innocence kill?
The trees are withering on our street; our hearts
tick and tick with their satchels of supremacy.

Our eyes are squeezed by all this blackness.
Will we ever hate ourselves, our fears?
Someday the dark earth will drink us, then vomit
the waste. After that, there will be no
more guile or warp left; may god keep it so.
How winter fills our souls in the chalk of earth.

The wire~ a melodrama

57 comments on “The Wire ~ a melodrama

  1. Garima Puri says:

    Nice poet sir😊😊

  2. Marta Pinhao says:

    ¡Guau! Que bueno. Abrazote

  3. murisopsis says:

    Another heart stabbing poem. You cut right to the core and expose the rotted interior – especially telling “Someday the dark earth will drink us, then vomit”.

  4. Neverstop thinking, even where we are looking the birds on a wire (as sang Léonard COHEN), and let’s see and appreciate all the colors of the life. 🌈
    Have a good sunday, Lance !

    • Jean-Louis, absolutely! We’re all one color- human beings. Time for the world to grow up. And, now’s the time to do so. This pandemic should be teaching each and every one of us a lesson- just how valuable all lives are, including Nature! Peace and light, my friend.

  5. Barbara Kasey Smith says:

    Goodness Lance, this is terrific, interesting, images burst into the air at times, I agree with this writing, God gave life to mankind and we all exits by the Seed of God, why don’t people respect and understand this and start loving instead of other actions? Barbara Kasey Smith

    • Dear Barbara, your words are so very insightful. We need to stop all racism in our country- this November! Thank you always, my wonderful friend for your thoughts and support of my poetry! Blessings.

  6. Rana says:

    This is beautiful.

  7. You leave me speechless, Lance. Yes, evil has stalked the earth since the beginning of time. Often clad in white, a thin disguise for merciless intentions. Thank you for raising your voice, in the face of racism and injustice. It is an eloquent and powerful voice. ❤

  8. librepaley says:

    Such resonant images, and so many truths.

  9. Watt says:

    “When we walk outdoors, it is a great event,
    although, we do not have
    time nor the patience to think;
    we do not worry what will happen without
    your undivided attention;
    birds always stand still upon the wire.”

    This has such a beat, 60s, personal journalist reflection and goldenly framed. Amazing!

  10. Isha Garg says:

    “you should be simply
    astonished at our constant smiling.”
    I’ve read this twice and honestly, am speechless. You’re like a living God of poetic expression!

  11. Stills says:

    Wise, and deep.
    Absolutely brilliant.

  12. Kally says:

    So deep and intriguing words, Lance.

  13. Your melodrama is a tragedy playing out right now on our earth..the racism, xenophobia,intolerance, and unjust repression, is our daily reality. Yes, it is as old as time, but we must change that, if we are to survive.. Powerful and right on the mark Lance!! Very impressive writing!

  14. Oh yes…that is my hope too Lance.. and this poem so powerfully shines on this theme. Thank you again for your words!!

  15. This poem spoke to my soul, the infested minds of the racist and their white, white mindlessness. Love is for all, Life is for all, Mother Earth is for all. They all too often hid behind a sheet, trying to overt their evil eyes. Powerful words Lance.

  16. Well written. Something that everyone can relate to in everyday life. It’s the little things that we usually forget. You have mastered it in your words. Keep blogging my friend ✌🌸

  17. Magic words! Great poem! Thank you so much Lance! You are an amazing poet!

  18. lampmagician says:

    does innocence kill?
    How winter fills our souls in the chalk of earth.
    and so on… You are the master of wording and rhyme my dear Lance. A fascinating and beautiful description of our equality. 🙏👍🙏

  19. rabirius says:

    In one word: “Brilliant!”

  20. Your words r streams of powerful sounds Lance!💦🐬

  21. Joana Alaves says:

    Really brilliant and beautiful poem. Hope your week is great Lance🙌

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