Thursday, April 9, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Poetic Knight without a Plan

©Poetic Knight without a Plan
Mimi Wolske
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is it the chaos of the world that burdens him
this warrior looking for a battle yet
unable to sit in the driver's seat
of an Ovaltine religion with a numbered list
of injustices that can't be fixed
with no jobs and no possible pension
and seeing success as damaged goods
with women named bitches walking away
who he'd have given his left nut sack to
would grab his Speedos to expose those demons
to give to those without wealth and power

look around
everything is gone
political chaos in a Bell jar
colored on pages of raging poetry
he's like a goldfish in a too-small bowl
or like missing wisdom
that is locked in the Knowledge Corner
he shouts Let me be your sensei in the jungle called life

eyes too open to embrace wide differences
the champion's soapbox speech begins
give me your tired your huddled masses your sins of the father
drawing his inked sword from its sheath to settle
the score of what he calls financial inequality
in the chaos of the world that burdens him
he left The Book behind in some closed drawer
having lost his place in the Exodus
when he charged in searching
for the Sanctuary of Light
with followers and their lust for
another twelve-step program to the booze of life
more power more money and equal fame for all
but there is only editorials and provocative verbs
no outlined solutions to bulleted inequalities
from a knight whose armor is left in the closet

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