Ira Bruno

Ira Bruno Nov 2020

St. Cecilia's Bane Laments for Joy While Frothing at the Mouth

Finally.

You have made an error
in regarding music
and it was most definitely
not what I have been told.

I know intimately
the hallowed creases
of skulls long-hollowed.

Therefore, all authority
has been given unto me
in matters of whitemale pageantry.

Have you worshiped rightly?

Are you
well-born or did you suffer?

Are you
pleasuring yourself?

You know,
there are fine jobs
at McDonald's.
Its a fine company;
does great work.

But I have suffered long
to understand the names
of white men whose genius
can never be repeated.

Begone, thou adulterer,
thou peon,
from this sacred grove.

November 2020

Ira Bruno Oct 2020

haiku 4

I, at the moment,
am giving myself a gift
which unwraps itself.

October 2020
(Removed from other platforms for only containing one period. ???)

#silent #haiku

Ira Bruno Oct 2020

Ground Limerick

I long for the days when anonymous
and discreet were not yet synonymous.
My, how times have changed.
Its hard to get strange
when so few of the men are autonomous.

October 2020

#limerick

Ira Bruno Oct 2020

Okemah

I didn't go to school
fourteen hours a day to work at Walmart.
Its no small wonder these people smoke.

You'll never get ahead.
Just earn your daily bread and drink to forget
that poverty is slavery.

And no, you can't take a break.
You're in a "Right to Work" state:
money talks, you don't get a say.
You're fifty thousand dollars in debt.

Too many things to do
in not enough time for you to do it alone.
Don't let them take advantage of you.

October 2020

#born #and #buried #at #home

Ira Bruno Sep 2020

haiku 3

the love of God is
placing sentimental worth
on a piece of trash

September 2020

#secret #haiku

Ira Bruno Aug 2020

Despair

They teach it to them when they're very young,
the consequence of stepping out of line.
They chant and sing and make them swear an oath
to concepts children scarcely can define.

Enlightened to the gills they all must be,
and wealthy too, and healthy little kings!
How cheaply liberty is made for them,
like leaded water from the tap it springs:

to watch collapse from comfortable seats
until the seat and window are no more!
No, nothing now remains except the hole
where a seeming person was before.

I pray to God that whatever takes hold
of them at that time has a human soul.

August 2020

#despair #sonnet

Ira Bruno Aug 2020

burgrass seeds

tried to clean your grave
again today. i miss you.
i was only three.

he blames you, you know,
for something you said to him
when he was sixteen:

"make her come back home;
don't come back until you do.
go get your mother."

he didn't talk back.
"you didn't do that back then."
1983.

instead, he broke down
thinking you abandoned him
just like that woman.

i know you loved him.
i know you were a good man.
something ****** you up.

whatever it was,
it was speaking through you then,
that unholy ghost.

he never heard me,
just beliefs to argue down
when i was that age.

i absolve you both
though i struggle to do so.
christe eleison.

August 2020

#durufle #requiem #opus #nine #movement #two