Thursday, March 1, 2018

Family and culture


between
the ambiguity
and
the bars of time
dead prophets
fall from
their thrones
while
the people
remain frozen
and
fettered to fear
with
their tribes stuck
between yesterday
and
promises
of a better
tomorrow


© Harry Rout 2018

Monday, February 26, 2018

Blood and bone


vague feelings
around morality
words of wisdom
written on crumpled
sheets of paper
and this bin
where things are thrown

here we are
tossed
and
turned
within the binding
perspectives
of freedom
and the absurd

it’s then we realize
there’s no one
in fucking charge


© Harry Rout 2018

Thursday, February 22, 2018

The slaves


democracy
is that thin
hopeful illusion
that separates
the haves
from
the have nots

a demarcation
point
that points
in only one
direction

down
into the abyss
where
only the haves
get to escape

as for the rest
of us?

well the pyramids
had to be built
by some silly
fool


© Harry Rout 2018

Thursday, February 15, 2018

All you need is love (For the 17)


love is all
you need…

of course
there’s also
a million
pieces
of humanity
shooting
stabbing
bombing
&
raping
the fuck out
of each other
as I scribble
these words
on this blank
sheet
of paper


© Harry Rout 2018


Tuesday, January 23, 2018

From Paris with love


between
the legs of long
lost goddesses
secret scents
fill the temple
of poems
with the fragrance
of love
&
war

in the city
of Troy
stolen beauty
brings destruction
&
death
upon us all


© Harry Rout 2018

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