shout from silence



breviloquent word


How many resurrections does one need
in one lifetime
How many times must a savior cum to our planet
and offer himself to us
before we learn to finally evolve?
Darwin hanging on the cross
has a revelation
put me up there please
toss rotten apples
from the garden of Eden
nail me with the gravity of the situation
stake me through my bloody Easter palms 
make fun of the loins of lust popping
 through my loin cloth
strip me of my dignity
laugh at me
I’ll die for your fucking sins
the little death
and the big one too.
Lust be ready to celebrate
when the rose of Sharon blooms
and the tides rise with the Goddess pagan moon
and your little hearts begin to swoon
create me damn it
damn it, then create me
I am reborn

March 28, 2007 ©SJV



oh Pandora where art thou
ninety nine point nine percent of you
undiscovered under water
under loved and under appreciated
would it be a miracle to don a wet suit
and dive to your depths
revealing what otherworldly creatures have known
about you forever?
dreams of love and hope
not even you are aware of
from this palsied position
 of suspended animation
routine ennui
springs a nympholepsy
within you, crying
perhaps a raffish rapscallion
or a knight in shining armor
clichéd and wrapped in myth
to unwrap your gift
Pandora's box
with a delicate blade
dangerous and unknown
launching mysterious adventure
with the promise of a hearth 
warm, inviting at the end
the tip of your berg my lady,
luckily for you,
serves you like a muse
a daughter of Mnemosyne
the inventor of words
so rest, assured
my strength will carry you
and all your distant far off lands
your wilderness un ravaged
your horrid depths of Hades
your glorious peaks worshipped and adored
your rivers like our life explored
and I don't know who I am
but you will someday meet me
and pirouette
upon my seeing eye

March 28, 2007©


Sculpture: house painting clichés



One Child Policy

Stop procreating, people!
I mean I know you love to fuck.
But seriously, there are Christians out there
that think your eggs and sperm are sacred.
Gargantuan piles of plastic meanwhile accumulate mid-ocean.
Thanks Advent of agriculture:
A layer of over-processed carbohydrate fat circles my midsection that wasn't there 20,000 years ago when I hunted and gathered.
Now, internal combustion engines
terrorize my neighborhoods with their machine gun shattering screams. 
Where is Attila the Hun 
Or Zarathustra?
The silent plunge of the blade 
of the Iron Age, or the bronze?
Thanks China, your Cathayan Dynasty, for your gunpowder!
Now I have gangbangers
Threatening my dreams
Literally stealing drugs in the parking lot of evolution
Right outside my door 
civilization'$ gun to my head
Conforming me to the fake news
Of progress.
Thanks Nazis!
Advancements in space travel
The Life on Mars
Single cells are laughing
At our alien octopi
Shape shifting color changing textured camouflaged 
Tentacled creatures 
Watching us on Television
The tender smell of fresh born babies lingering
Amongst our terrorized 
landscape, please
Make it stop!

Or write that next Great American Songbook,
the perfect marriage of Melody and Word
To transcend the barriers of 
human absurdity 
And make us dance.

March 2021 SJV

Thunder Storm

Look, yonder, a gathering storm!
With her gorgeous billowing thunderheads
Exciting, exhilarating, full of fury
Her stunning jagged strikes of lightening
Illuminating the promise of a deluge

And I really need the rain
After years of drought
the heartland thirsty for love
in a world of chaos
and nature so cruel
It might be worth
Some stormy damage, 
A fallen tree on my roof
My basement flooded
With convulsive tears of joy

The settled mud
On the bottom of my pond
All stirred up and utilized
To fertilize my starving soul

Aug 1st 2021 


Apopemptic, yes
inside my penetralia
See Tohubohu