......

stamped tin and swampy garnet gems
a clip held in my nostril
steel talons were the claws that
inserted the jewel in my nose

I dropped the gem
it lie cracked and abused on the merchant's floor
looking down only to find more
more broken gems
the merchant cuts me a deal
and gives me 3 for 10
there's an animal skin wallet
thrown in for good measure

time to surface

I hold back the things I truly love
when I am at war
War with the people, emotions and events
lobbing volleys of scorn and pettiness
When I break from this visciousness
called the human condition
the infirmal insecurity
the flocking of feathers
the posturing
so sick of humans
and their greed
greed of their own nature
greed of others
We are amnesiacs
We forget our past of
the past five minutes
I'm dreaming of a better time
a better place to raise children
a saner realm
a realm where majick, mystery
are not considered to be a threat
The masses are ignorant
stupid, fumbling giants
on a fragile landscape
running into the local
wise man. who never did harm to anyone
he only warned of
dates of forecoming doom
blesphemed and effigied
hung out to dry
sometimes I langour there
mos of the time I look out form this post
your huddled masses
and your degenerate species
here's a reed to the decline
a reed to the lessening
a wish to enhanced dreams
which come and proliferate
multiply like some creeping vine
in a jungle understory
for all the apes to see
and fear