Middle Manager Declares He

Middle Manager Declares He
by Michael Pacholski
is not underground buried unseen sheen unsmelled
is not oversky big bursting light raining atoms of wisdom on skins and sins of everyone
is more like a big fat rotundinous earthy
gravity electromagnetic.
Up is bright white. Down is black.
Disadmit the protuberant profusions of all colors!
Some will kill you when they leave; the rest when they come
Even grey wished once it was the prettier blue that gets all the love
and the sweet sweet films – so no more wishes. Grey got left crashing
so no more – nothing rises. Nothing falls
no more wrecks no more crushes no more crash landings
Lazarus stays down and Persephone only gets out on pass.
turn it down, ya big hydrogen sun
too bright too hot too hungry
You keep penetrating
my insulation
you gaze straight through my frost-stained windows
and catch me cowering naked
in the middle of some low sin
you turn me red with hope and snatch my breath
with the promise of a future fire
a thought that sparks
against all wish
my stony steel greys
and leaves me only with a firework memory
of something ecstatic and likely false
you touch me with fever, sweat, shaking, spasm
Such brightness makes me storm
I spin like a house in a gale.
and crash like a mad tsunami on a couch
in a dream within a veil
of a last thin wisp of fog

0 thoughts on “Middle Manager Declares He

  1. “Disadmit the protuberant profusions of all colors!”–mmm. love that! I appreciated the rant and slam style here with keen use of craft personifying the colors and similes: “I spin like a house in a gale.
    and crash like a mad tsunami on a couch…” –Well done! …as well as the imperative instucting readers thruout piece–how inclusive!
    A sprinkling of rhyme there and abouts is also refreshing and not overdone in my opinion. Yes, perhaps the days of ending every line with rhyme may be decadent but i fully fully applaud its employment sporadically even unpredictably as a tribute to the muse of sound.
    So many good lines in this poem! Allusioning the Bible (Lazarus) and Greek mythos (Persephone) in the same breath is mad genius and makes my poetic appetite salivate!
    I also was amazed at the word-choice and power of description in this poem: “big fat rotundinous earthy gravity electromagnetic”; “frost-stained windows”;”stony steel greys”; “firework memory” …to name but a few.
    And then there’s always that almost antagonistic ‘you’ that pops up in a compelling poem: “you turn me red with hope and snatch my breath
    with the promise of a future fire a thought that sparks against all wish…”. umm. All-around excellence. I’ll remember this poem and continue to see/imagine connections with further readings. Thx for sharing. And keep submitting sir!

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