Wednesday, July 11, 2018

From my pedestal


there are no heroes
on the frontline
only dreams of bravery
that we tell when
times are going bad

my weapons of injustice
cause much suffering
but I feel comfortable
in my lounge room
while the television
tells me what to think

changing channels…

gogglebox lowers my IQ

and for a brief moment
all the bullshit turns
to fucking fairy floss

while the car ads
make me want to
learn to drive

but I won’t


© Harry Rout 2018

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Cello music and coffee

between
love and hate
we ponder
the human fate

between
war and peace
we consider
better possibilities

between
birth and death
and all the lives
that pass away

between
all the promises
and
deception
our hearts bleed
from time to time

between it all
we drag our souls
with our longings
long forgotten


© Harry Rout 2018

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Words of war

Welcome to this poem
Be not afraid
For the words
Found here
Mean no harm

No offence

No pain

No thinking

So each soldier
Took his turn
Fucking her body
Into complete
Stillness…

And thus she slept



© Harry Rout 2018

Monday, June 25, 2018

What's the next move?

the absurdity
and memories
of endless
choices…

while this muddy
angst
heaves beneath
this nothingness
as it washes
thru my mind
like some
monstrous freedom
clinging
to the claws
of time


© Harry Rout 2018

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