Liz’s Weekly Poetry Series: Untitled

by lizard

For this week’s selection I’m steering clear of the shelves and putting out a William Skink original. The first stanza has a word change if you read the tweet a few days ago. Also, it doesn’t have a title. Suggestions are welcome.

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UNTITLED

don’t July my mind that way, friend
be the peace of no bad vibes scheming
their lies an ordinary ground can’t hold us

the controlling ones pace the periphery
ghosting limbs in lockstep thinking
while blink blink blinking dumb faces

watch the seconds of our race
ticking down to an ass’s glorious sitting
omitting nothing, friend, all the facts

are going click-clack down the crazy tracks
look: the broken bucket front and center
look: the lie that curves with every word

birds peck welfare seeds in the side-yard
a dark socialism of water soaks the grass
the war against dandelion fluff can’t be won

and there’s something wrong with the sun song
the way it pulses for our attention as
the blossoming disaster exceeds all expectations

August away the burn, the heat
there’s something wrong with how we see
the forces shaping this capture of our minds

click is not the action of a firearm
and clack is not a random form of attack
inch by inch they lay the track

the construction a purposeful confusion
dressing up pagan urges
with the silly garb of a single, omnipotent God

September’s song is goodbye
a ritual fire burns with unnatural light
and not even a trillion teardrops

will stop it spreading from
our core to fleshy extremities
skin aflame and future obscured by smoke

hope is a dangerous form of persistence
and help, just condescending charity—
we’ll end this disparity, one way or

another, brother, believe me
and as soon as the sun is done with us
Luna shall laugh us home

—William Skink


  1. A Lizard’s Paradise

    • lizard19

      I like that, Marco. I’m thinking something like that, maybe THE REPTILE IN MOONLIGHT. I dunno. titles can be tricky, and these last few years I’ve almost totally avoided titles because nearly everything I’ve written since October 2010 has been part of a long, long poem, tentatively titled “Z”.

  2. Big Johansson

    Made one up for Mark T. at his place.

    There once was a man from Tehran
    Who ruled with whip in his hand
    Sharia in place
    Hastened disgrace
    Laid layers of glass overland

  3. cosmicgarden

    I like it —thank you for sharing

    • lizard19

      you are welcome, cosmicgarden :)

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