Soul Luddites

Born in the gloaming
first decade of the Cold War

I puzzle over peers
same vintage as I
declaring superiority for era
we know only from history
family, books, movies

1950’s forever!

Disdaining new insight
for tried and…true? Truth?

The manufactured idyllic spin
post-war, tenuous-peace

The Bomb and all it’s
societal accoutrements
rationalizing or not realizing
now isn’t then, vice versa

I see the fallout from
seeking this shelter

There is comfort to be had
in familiarity
there is comfort to be found
in family heirloom quilt
warmth, nostalgia
safety of cocoon solace
providing feigned comfort from
the winds of now

Hiding behind faith tradition

good enough façade for then but
of little use, here-and-now
no matter who was left behind
no matter who was never close enough
to be close behind

mid last-century
practicums, ways, ideals and ideas

obscure in more enlightened times
we need to let go of in times of
openness, opportunity. Hope.

Try to rectify the sins of the past
for those of our future
Those who find faith in then have
a placebo for now

their fear showing in lack of faith
their professed faith shows
fearful – underestimating G-d with
no confidence in themselves
ironically relying on a mystical then
none of us really knew

My generation sports a sadly
hollow spiritual politic via
We-the-father-knows-best hubris

My indignant peers!

Less about faith in higher power
more about fear in lesser beings
ourselves
self-loathing or just scared

of…?
antiquated, angry spasms of control
control the advancement

control the situation
control the ways of..
control when

your imagined faith-based status
at risk of loss reverting to then
solving all problems

all ills what ails
everyone but us

ironic in its regression to
idyllic then that
never existed, but in modern myth

Quo Vadis,
status quo?



– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
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Ahhhnointed

Watching the news
story of great angst of
North American Olive Oil Association

never I knew but should
have realized there is a
powerful group of such oilers

curious soul that I am
the urge to know led me to
The Vinegar Institute

not content with their acidic
academia haughtiness they reside at
versatilevinegar.org

while their viscous
counterparts keep it basic, real at
aboutoliveoil.org

Ahh, modern technology!

What things we could have wrought
had you been around
to liven up my salad days

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
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Pseudo 23

Modern-day Psalmists
plying their trade via pithy sayings
basic fonts, splashy backdrops
portmanteaus of
varying interpretation

revelations
shifting dunes rounded by
prevailing winds as arid,
accepted gospel
lacking lyricism
posted for the world by
self-anointed prophets
claiming persecution, occasionally
lapsing into lamenting angst
bitterly masquerading as wit
pleading cases to merciful
gods/laptop Pharisees
issuing agreeable protestations
eschewing grace

never to grasp ‘liking’
is not prayer
weeping ideograms do
not denote benevolence
gaped-mouth ‘wows’
cannot replicate true, godly awe

like biblical counterparts
exhortations to repent, reform
delivering thunderous,
threatening, visual praise by way of
pictorial concatenation
oblivious to concepts of mercy, conflating
holier-than-thou with holiness

Facebook is my sheep, shepherd
I shall not want for others
those who disagree are my enemies
I immerse myself in blue pastures
scrolling paths of self-righteousness
finding goodness in my followers
all through my days

Amen?

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Act II

hamlet1Your ‘traditional’ values
a façade,
community theatre set
flimsy, off-kilter
kitschy backdrop for
absurdist black comedy

faith as virtue
dignity as punchline
righteousness as truth
pomposity as dignity
oppression as plot twist

‘Jerry Mathers as The Beaver
your black-and-white is showing

nuance cannot be played
by circus clowns
deifying pies-in-the-face as
western civilization’s
high water marks

you, yes you!
square-jawed leading men
could not lead ants to a picnic
but got the gig anyway
blowing your wads on the audition
with nothing in reserve

one dimensional players
in roles written with complexity
vastly more intelligent playwrights
who envisioned a successful run
of dramatic turns
never intending
for the show to go from
high art
to second-rate parody

now the audience is getting antsy
and it’s not even
intermission

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Act I

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Neophyting

megaphone3Self-ostracized
scorned
self-loathing as
blood-sport
worthy, not worthy;
worthy, not worthy –
worthy…not saying

pseudo-suicide by self
righteous indignation
how dare you
look at yourself in
the mirror, mirror on
the walls you build
keep people in, out, at
bay, and shrilly proclaim
I am
Somebody!
I am
Somebody!
I ammegaphone6
somebody needs to take me
seriously?
Are you kidding me?

I gave you my best
(having no worst)
you got the better part of
the deal I am willing to
make you hate yourself

let me go away
triumphantly blowing
my own horn until you
stop me
if you’ve heard this one
before

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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