Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 23, 2013
If ethics is the science of morality,
where do you stand today,
yesterday or tomorrow for
friendship and romance, war
and peace, work and play.
Men’s wordy arrogance
chosen carefully or not
in the whys and wherefores
without necessary tenderness
or ears to hear what was said.
Does your disdain contain
an aperture, a small slit for
my words to slip through or
Is sanctimonious obeisance
required to circumvent intent.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 18, 2013
If you were accused of numinosity
Would you be exotic include
Among your accouterment
A crown or tiara a wand or staff
Would you be indifferent to
Inquisitive hosts’ questions
Leave them to decide among
Various foreign residences
Accompanying identities
Perhaps a Celtic Faery from
A parallel world rarely seen
Outside of midsummer nights
A disturbance in the harmonics
Of whirling galaxies that
Would please Pythagoras
Perhaps an oracular prophet
Concerned to convey once
Secret knowledge in a time
Of dire need and consequence
Come from a border land where
Past and future meet for those
With eyes to see ears to hear
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 16, 2013
If I were a mathematician,
I might describe myself as
Self similar, each of my parts
An obeisance to mathematical arts.
But, given the life I have led,
I feel much more like the fractal world
Where possibility is at the edge of chaos,
The turbulent end of equations’ powers.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 13, 2013
man created in God’s image
woman created in man’s image
God banishes man
God banishes woman
God drowns men
God drowns women
God drowns children
God drowns creation
God created in man’s image
man kills God
man kills woman
woman kills man
a word is said
God creates man and woman
man and woman create God
....
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 11, 2013
Shostakovich, who composed his
own requiem with the first four
letters of his name D S C H
captured in the music of
String Quartet Number Eight
with its funereal cello
followed by quotes from
other of his symphonies
stitched together a farewell
he escaped the censors
in a musical catharsis,
slept by the elevator,
protected his sleeping family.
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