Mike Pfau

Poetry 2004 -2005

My Color Piano

Whether my hands dance with pigment or Ivory,
I have created my consistency.
The return to moonlight and lathered sense,
found my hands rounding circles under cotton tents.
Furling fingers further out in arcs,
A glimpse of identity into expression sparks,
a clarity; complex with simple construction.
Collecting moments in which existence progressive cannot rest.
A kiss or a curse in this work, never to be captured as obvious.
So seek out the the soft dynamics in my medium.
and when two with the poetry are this rhythm
eloquence of the mind follows to find,
the time to crush with feathers
and tickle with knives.

mike pfau
2.16.08
 
Garrett

You learned young
that people were for using.
growing, you found some
worth fooling.

Years of filling
an empty space,
is enough worth killing.

Listen well,

Not hiding your heart,
from your mind.
A better poet finds.
More value
in life living,
than taking.
and true love,
and not faking.

Common Revolution 

Common Revolution

 

In the moral sense, the army.

we drop the word.

like a bomb.

the flood.

a phrase tsunami.

when fake nations play it safe.

and break.  

the foreign relation.

to oppose.

I suppose the people will.

but efforts to this point, seem almost nill.

children and wives.

families dying.

keep on crying.

not to keep denying.

that loved ones perished for a war.

for who cares.

At this point Im getting winded.

who win it, we did.

nobody shares that agenda, god damn splendid.

why.

selflessness sank in a selfish sea.

and now we.

propose to dive and contrive.

the plan to bring it back up again.

amen.

life is not a decision, a provision.

to be made or givin.

by another human.

but blinded, broad sided by money and land.

we wasted, placed it, a helping hand. 

with a loaded gun.

justice here is a perspective.

yet we impose it on many .

but consider it from only one view.

 

hear a common revolution

 

how can you address.

a sinner next to a saint. 

same complaint. 

a problem. 

with a lost solution.

and infusion. 

of a flippant allusion.

just affix a position .

stand up from something other the ground.

that soil.

that foiled, a nation, a generation.

a speculation

you and me and the next.

peace toil. 

forever vibrate these effects

a repercussion, to much sin.

the incision has been cut.

for the surgery of humanity.

an exit, a start, an existence.

stand your exit stance wide.

withstand the lie.

try.

 

selflessness sank in a selfish sea.

and now we.

propose to dive and contrive.

the plan to bring it back up again.

amen.

life is not a decision, a provision.

to be made or givin.

by another human.

but blinded, broad sided by money and land.

we wasted, placed it, a helping hand.  

with a loaded gun.

justice here is a perspective.

yet we impose it on many.

but consider it from only one view.

 

life, never clean.

it always gets dirty. 

your thoughts inside out.

broken before they leave the lips.

influenced.

do not get down.

cause when in the depths. 

you can boast.

your deeper than most.

a toast to fair.

it never faults.

and compassion.

which will never fade.

 

turn it around

were destroying it, employing it, a happy smile.  

into a sagging frown.

justice here is a perspective. 

imposed on many.

but only considered from one view.