Thursday, January 11, 2018

Forsaken and lost

"You tremble, carcass? You would tremble
even more if you knew where I am going to
take you!" Vicomte de Turenne


from the tree
of life we
gorge in greed
on the fruit
of knowledge

all the apples
have been made
holy...sacred

but hidden
beneath the belly
of the snake
lurk the gods
licking at the lies
they sold us


© Harry Rout 2018

Monday, January 1, 2018

Untitled

sedated you squander
passion for fear
while all the time
waiting for someone
to come
and save you

here you are numbed
and nailed
to this cross
of your own making
abandoned by a longing
long since forgotten

here you are…

pretending to pull petals
from roses
with no love
in sight


© Harry Rout 2018

Monday, December 18, 2017

Everything will be okay

we humans
can’t help but crave
romantic endings
throwing ourselves
forward into fantasy
futures of religious
or scientific
heavens of happiness
where the dead
don’t die
and evil is refused
entry at the gate

of course…

there is always
a price to pay
for all that
suicidal optimism


© Harry Rout 2017

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Genesis

Look over there
All the butterflies
Have lost their colour
While perishing
Beneath our sins

Poisoned souls
Intoxicating
The purity
Of things

While
In the garden
Adam and Eve
Stand in line
For a ticket
With everyone else


© Harry Rout 2017

Monday, December 11, 2017

Hope and horror


tragedy?

oh there's
tragedy
alright

all those
putrid
fairy-tales
we
stuff into
the minds
of little children
are disasters
waiting
to implode
in the kitchens
of
the future

too
many happy
bloody endings
give a false
impression
of life

Snow White's
prince was a
chauvinistic prick

&
let's not
mention
those fuckin’
dwarfs


© Harry Rout 2017






Thursday, December 7, 2017

Neon dreams and miracles

between the concrete
and dead carcasses
moonlit shadows
trapped in neon
city madness

with insignificance scrambling
thru shopping malls
of paradoxical pleasure
a fine scribbled line
of melancholia

as screaming faces
linger in boredom
waiting for miracles
while existence slowly fades
in billboard advertisements

just another sign
of slavery
and suffering

while in the end...
more moments of emptiness


© Harry Rout 2017

Sunday, December 3, 2017

After the battle

“When fighting with monsters take
care not to become a monster yourself.”
Nietzsche


when all
is said
and done

when the war
is fought
and won

the hardest
thing to do
is show kindness
to the enemy

Sunday, November 26, 2017

There's no ark this time

here I stand
defeated by the hate
beaten
by the fear

bones broken
by the beast
crumpled
&
crushed

here I stand
waiting patiently
for the flood
like all the other
sacred sinners

look…
there’s Jesus

…slipping
beneath the waves


© Harry Rout 2017

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Our heart of darkness


in the name
of progress
we march
into the future
on the backs
of unknown slaves
while we shut
our eyes
so as not
to disturb this
fragile economy

but we know
the truth…

we see them
clinging desperately
to the walls
of our hungry
shopping malls
while we buy
and sell
the products
of their labour


© Harry Rout 2017

Monday, November 13, 2017

What’s happened to all the children? (For the kids of Yemen)


beneath
the soul of God
a million unknown
decomposing bones
lay hidden
by the weight
of time

little boys
and
little girls
dead and damned

their fragile hearts
had no hope
in this world
of man

while
in heaven
no one hears
them cry


© Harry Rout 2017