independent, literature, poetry, politics, Uncategorized

Western Civilization

An ordered decomposition,

Erosion by acculturated violence,

Tight-lipped teens crying 44 calibre tears

At the walls of their dearly purchased prisons.


The division of the invisible dollar

Sprouts little Stalins from the raw, cold earth,

Flecks of bloody mud in their moustaches,

Dead roots and dead ends tangled in their close-cropped hair.


Digital revolutionaries pace up & down

The hairy, distended guts of bedbound banks

Carrying limp signs & political party platforms

Condensed into dull 140 character slogans.


The simple has been simplified,

Chewed down & mashed up

For gnashing, sparkling fluoride teeth

Of the swollen Cyber Leviathan.


Cameras keep their black oil apertures

Trained unwaveringly on dying fires & past star deaths.

Smog rises in thick obsidian pillars

Choking the last few cancer-ridden voices of organic resistance.


Democratic ants armed with computers, smart phones & opinions

Fight skirmishes over tarnished scraps of idealist ideology,

As the invisible monster wraps its tentacles around the bare throats of the poor

& squeezes tighter, & tighter, until there’s nothing left but late apologies

& smoke occupied graveyards.

Jack Blare, People & Concrete (2015)

alternative, free verse, independent, literature, Uncategorized, underground, writing

The Eternal Unconscious

Sleepless nod ad nauseum 

Secrets dancing on the highway

but no new kicks

aiming a shotgun at the grandfather clock

Killing time discussing Caligula, Thaddeus and Judea

in smoke choked basement dark rooms

at the train station, intersection of tracks reminds

of the indivisibility of pleasure and pain.

Desire sleeps in dull daylight.

Ache to dream again

Of wild adventures and shadow girls without pretense

At parties beyond the physical,

Still, same old shit refrain

You can dull but never kill pain

Technology talking for us tuned out

Mild static, feedback tinnitus ring

Distant ship in waves of sound

Blurred gently away

With conscious reality giving way

To the unconscious eternal.

alternative, independent, literature, poetry, Uncategorized

Accelerated Decay

My poetry is rotten like my body,

Scared, scarred, and full of holes.

Deterioration of motivation,

A bargain deal for a soul


People pass by I once called friends

With silence and blank stares.

Nothing will matter to me in the end

I’m breathing but not really there.


Love is just another verb,

Another song I never wrote.

This life is a symphony of emotion

But I always play the wrong notes.


I couldn’t care less about love and sex,

Seeking a permanent fix

My hopes, dreams and ideals are all dead

And people just make me sick


Sometimes you get everything

Sometimes you’re left with none

A knock on the door but nobody there

Another fatherless son.

Jack Blare, 2o16

alternative, free verse, literature, poetry, Uncategorized

The Eternal Serpent Starves Itself

Everything is cyclical

And the only absolute

Is just a brand name for vodka.


I am a new moon,

Perpetual dreamer

Wandering the thin borders

Between a dozen worlds.

Stopped searching and just flowed

Slow, inexorable, unstoppable

St. Lawrence River with a ravaged soul.


Standing on the train tracks

Gazing out at the grey world

Beyond the end of the tunnel

With celestial eyes always closing,

Distant soldiers retreating from a Waterloo

Of life, light, lies and reality


Like little locomotives

We barrel along separate tracks,

Sometimes intersecting,

Sometimes slowing,

Sometimes crashing,

Forced evacuations

Ruined hopes and

Delayed ejaculations.


Welcome to the 21st century train

Step on and be bored,

Xanax and champagne

Peanuts and covered windows

There won’t be a chance to stop

Until you reach the end of the line.

Jack Blare, 2016