Sayings For Sale viii

a little lesson for the poor pen persons…
notice there are words behind every item you purchase

be one of those that write them

that way – you may just be able to get by

and perhaps even fatten up your purse

 
as for all those other words…

they are nothing but products of the writers’ curse

and will most likely never sell, regardless what they’re worth
so there’s little sense in continuing to try…

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


45.4

they vie and lie
all their lives
and then they die

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


Passion Police

none too soon that her and I wanted to be alone

but the incarnate Jerome of Rome was in the room
as though there was nowhere else for him to roam

and so, a sort of passion police he’d become

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


why write?

the art form
is not incorruptible
but it has proved dominant in the sphere of the perpetuation of influence

and the artist, in some attempt to preserve a fragment of self, material, or whatever else
chooses to write

often to his plight

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


To Paint A Saint

praise one can accept
but to be ordained… please, no! I’m just a man

and one can’t help but think of the saints
take Augustine for instance…

one can trace back to his days in Carthage
when Manichaeism and scepticism were the ways

before he read Cicero’s works
before Ambrose baptised both him and his bastard Adeodatus…

even ’til his very end
who was with him at the time of his death? was it not Count Boniface?
the same man who invited Genseric and his Vandals into Africa…
that one even feels it vulgar to mention the bloody consequence

so praise I can accept
but to be ordained… please, no! I’m just a man

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


A Night Shadow in Arabia

even the beautiful and wealthy matron Chadizah
wanted to know if he saw her beauty

and when the prophet did, despite his spectral illusions

she became the first believer

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


45.3

there is as much ignorance in tradition
as there is intelligence in invention and a new beginning
but both are of indispensable utility

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


Pleasure in Platonia iv

she said I could hold her but not have her
I asked why

“ this… what we’ve got… it’s new… best keep it platonic… least for the time being” she responded.

“ uh huh!… looks like I’ve finally found my Hypatia” I said.

“ oh, shut up heathen!” she quipped, “ where do you think we are, Alexandria?”

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


45.2

weighing the odds is only helpful if it suggests to you the options…

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

 


Unsettled

autumn night backyard garden sit-down
gives a nostalgia
of the time back at Carne Place, in Port Solent
where I rented a small space by the water
with my best friend

and I had a lover
other than that, not much else…
still, I lived by the gods’ graces

but there I made love atop the stairs, and in the garden…
smoked haze and wrote poems and plays when I wasn’t working or having a laze
that was the routine, the pattern

then I decided I needed a change
and even shed tears when I left her

and so many years later
on this autumn night garden sit-down

I’m reminded of those unsettled carefree days

the paradox

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015