Flammeus Gladius

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Geolatria

Geolatria

 

Gaia is calling for your worship, boys.
Even the pope has joined the congregation,
So why not you? He says your proper station
Is there with him, immersed in all the joys
Geolatry conveys. Your idle noise,
Your penny-ante ratiocination,
Your skepticism: all is obfuscation,
Just children playing with cerebral toys.
His own brain he is proud to set aside,
Obeying the communal mind instead.
When St. John hailed the Logos, St. John lied.
The Logos as a concept is as dead
As any stinking, tattered shred of hide.
Worship the Living Earth and not the shred!

 

—Tom Riley

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Interior Desert

The Interior Desert

 

I shall go for a hike in the rain.
Getting soaked shouldn’t cause boundless pain,
Nor should weariness eat
At my mind. No defeat!
My dry spirit will always remain.

 

—Tom Riley

Overflowing Warmth

Overflowing Warmth

 

Now with positive warmth overflow
In exalting this stiff that you know—
Or imagine you do!
Others gush. So can you!
Self-deception is dangerous, though.

 

—Tom Riley

Missing Item

Missing Item

 

“I found your missing item in the trash.”
“I pray to God that you just left it there!”
“I looked — because what’s lost is bitter ash.
I found your missing item in the trash.
All debts get paid, though maybe not in cash.
I do these deeds, you know, because I care.
I found your missing item in the trash.”
“I pray to God that you just left it there!”

 

—Tom Riley

Important Books

Important Books

 

He had important books to read—
But surfed the worthless Web instead.
Out of eye’s way! Let texts proceed!
He had important books to read!
Responding to an inner need,
On pointless crap his spirit fed.
He had important books to read
But surfed the worthless Web instead.

 

—Tom Riley

Down-Low Club

The Down-Low Club

 

Kevin Spacey? He’s not standing tall.
Things look bad. He may well lose it all.
To the news still alert,
Lord Obama is hurt:
Spacey never did give him a call!

 

—Tom Riley

Tricky Treatment

Tricky Treatment

 

Spacey scrambled on top of one male,
Groped the crotch of another. The tale
Must be pretty much true.
But he now has a clue
And seeks treatment. Result: epic fail.

 

—Tom Riley

Microscopic

Microscopic

 

Weinstein flashed it. Girls wanted to flee it.
He obstructed them, seeking to free it
From all normal constraints
And external complaints.
(Females needed strong lenses to see it.)

 

—Tom Riley

Gurus

Gurus

 

When the gurus of Hollywood teach,
Social virtue comes well within reach
Of the wise who attend.
Grasp at what they extend!
(If it feels like a prick, give a screech.)

 

—Tom Riley

Dubious

Dubious

 

McCain speaks patriotically out.
Every word is a high-sounding shout
That will not disappear.
Democrats give a cheer.
But his motives are subject to doubt.

 

—Tom Riley