Humans don’t like to acknowledge that they are dark. For some reason we are frightened by our own propensity for evil. But there is freedom in the recognition of our illustrious darkness. Our capacity for the dirt and poison is something we want to stifle and control. Our version of controlling it is not to reduce it. Our version is to stem its flow. But it is always seen eventually. So why not shed a little light on the darkness? Why not shine golden frocks of light into the crevasse of shadows to find the only shadow that does not dissapate? If we want to do something well and honest, we should endow our sensibilities with the fortitude to balance our darkness with the truthful, compunction to acknowledge our failings and errors. We will not be good men, but honest men we can be.
DARK, DARK THINGS
Drinking is a truth serum that never fails to evoke
the product of complacency rectified.
Be your spirit.
Be the dirt sponged out of the wash.
Admit the poison that spikes your blood
and contra your thoughts like a FARC rebel
interpolating the advantages of a choice against
the exasperation of choosing.
Be the spawn of Dracula in his shadow—
mesmerized by his approach as his downturn
toward the world grabs your senses and spikes
the rhythm of your understanding.
Enable the grotesque and arabesque.
Be Poe multiplied.
Be misunderstood by the fakers
pretending to be damaged and assaulted.
Wear black because you mean it—
because there is darkness that owns you—
that wants to revel in your unliberty.
Be a libertine to wrong.
It is new and misunderstood.
It is freedom in avenues multiplied after it is seen.
After it is a scene.
It is deliberated and debilitated.
Paramedics and handicaps spend hours discussing this dynamic.
The darkest creatures swoop in hours after men are asleep.
Strange since we all know they want to catch us.
They want to lay hatch to us in their webs.
Stand on the street all night long.
Wait for the specter.
Wait for the winged assault.
Bend its neck until blood tricks its ear.
Whisper something you think it won’t understand
and take pride in the consequence of its letters.
Their words cannot rain-wash you if you cleansed
yourself before the storm.
