Poems By Matt Borkowski

WHAT END OF THE WHIP ARE YOU ON?

what end of THE WHIP are you on?
in the collective morality
con.
lash centrifugal,
handle home,
sun drenched pavements
contribute

nothing.

what end of THE WHIP are you on?
security junkie faun?
baby blue metal charioteer?

what end of THE WHIP are you on?
                     (the handle doesn’t feel the heat,
            the weight
                            of the
                            LASH,
                                      the
                            GASH IT
                                       RIPS the
                 backs of
                               tear-soaked concubines, who sew
               your bloody           shoes.
what end of THE WHIP are you on?
in the HUGE MORALITY CON!!!!
for what end were you groomed and tuned and
trained?

the handle world’s a home,
the RIP of the LASH,
its
   GASH,
          only the
OUTSIDE
           knows;
what end of THE WHIP are you on?

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                     Pride

Pride stroked the long of
the serpent’s plumes,

the concrete maze of business sense,

broke the bells and broke the children,
broke the leaning of the fence;

Pride cracked the dry bone,
the furied sea,
the ram’s horn,
the dumb sound,
the bird’s wing,
the fish fin,
the lute string;

Pride buried half the world,
and the other half
we don’t know,

Ah, the sting of moon glow!

 

By Matt Borkowski

 

Rest In Peace Matt