The Heart that Hates the Carriage (re-edited)

I.

Monopolies, whether of ideas, the mind, politics, business, or of the economic type, achieve their monopolistic position first through an acute sensitivity to the energetic inefficiencies that exist in themselves and, by extension, their opponents. They then exert a relentless drive to eliminate such inefficiencies so that any perceived waste may be precluded in all future activity, a process synonymized with “productivity”.

In time, however, this productive bias is used to justify the slaughter of every course of action that may be deemed superfluous, luxurious, or inessential, preventing the vital soil of new ideas from ever coming into constructive being, those which are the sole remedies that might forestall a monopoly’s calcification, decay, death, and eventual overthrow, remedies which can only be nourished in the soil of boredom.

II.

“Children in the Flesh”

Seared in me
to black this heart
of tenderness and warmth
to world of chance that seemed perchance to
lock our progeny in berth.

Ruined now by flame that burned of want and hope
and charred, distaste,
of all that may have pleased the earth
and it to me,
now joint-despised
and fled of blood
that could have partialed us to we.

Impartial thus to gain and loss,
as strangers only be
to life within that seethes the breast
and passes lone unmoved, unflinched, unseen.

III.

“The Heart that Hates the Carriage”

The great deceit of sapping fang
and bleeding bane of selfish hate
and loathing soul is fruit that feeds
Narcissus’ ghost
who quarries pools-reflecting nearest thee
and only thee.

Despite the foul, the poisoned glance,
one can’t resist the waters-drown
like leaden weight
to foul his soul
and taint his deeds for futures good and maybe great
the heart that hates the carriage of its lowly gates.

IV.

“Joyful Verse”

Why am I, cruel heavens,
forced to eat the things
I think and feel around the breast,
both false and true,
to live off them
as if a boon to world and soul, to me and also you?
to me and also you?

If twice bestowed a choice in this,
deny this curse would I,
which as of yet remains a curse
until the day it’s saved by walls of
another’s joyful verse.