Blaine Eubanks

KiNDeRGarTEN



kiss me love money please ten thousand times
]the best poems that anger wrote didn’t have rhymes
i slaughtered my children on a brown camel’s head

HUgE *** @@$ UperKIll
JUNK-))LOVEDISEASE
00000))))he\s\g\o\i\n\g\h\o\m\e\t\o\d\a\y
no one loves me like i do

(((the mind is flayed like poor child’s 
doll
fool!
take them all away & i want to see him again
for a SecOnD cHANce

(NO ONE IS inside 
terrorism is a form of mind control
everyone ate me\i thought i was dead
pole vault\left meat

((young and tender
such a spartan
send them all
to KiNdErGaRteN))


(she asked me once she asked me a million times/who could love a
poet???)

phantom jack




the ghost
of the little man
awoke one day

and trudged
to the edge of the cliff
to look out at the world

with gray eyes he bent
peered over
and looked with soft
wet eyes
into the valley 
far below

his face tightened
he
sighed

because it was
still
the world
he remembered

from ages ago

.
he closed his eyes

shoulders sunk low
he turned 
head bent 
back to his bed
to sleep for another day

to sleep 
for another day

the replacing of the last visionary




as the dust rises
over the hill

we can see the
fire
the hope
the man

in circlets rising to the sky

my mother cries
as she finally realizes
the utter sadness of what's happening

dad puts his arm around her

i look up at the sun 
squint my eyes in the heat
so much light!
such a dark world!

...
like rebirth after a spring thunderstorm
like raindrops 
careening in the glory of utter imagination
becoming ALIVE
in the joy of the summer sunlight
finding hope
where there was NONE BEFORE
we EMBRACE WHAT COMES
like suicide 
we grasp our wives and sons
and hold fast to our hearts
because there’s so much more to see
than what we’ve all been taught

'say what you will, friends', he cries from the sky
‘this is glory!’ the visionary declares!
'we are all shadows
of what we would design
no man is greater
than the sinew that binds his bones'

'bind into your heart
whatever matters to you
and keep it there
forever'

we hear 
and we realize
finally 
the believer 
the last
believer
is going home

-----

and we stand
and..
watch

and I guess we're supposed to be happy
but all we can do
is turn around
and walk away

the death of a prophecy
lays heavy
on the souls of the believers

and we all
think we
still
believe