Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Changes


Solid, liquid, gas
A frigid mist at hand
Altering consistency
Of sleep and space

Wolf to human
Human to bat
Bat escapes
With bloody teeth

Shedding serpent,
Regenerates

Ch-Ch-Ch…
No—for another time

Steadfast to the crevice
Open, yet maritime
Adrift—in cradle

Sifted salt
Curated pessimistic
The way nostalgia feels

Crops reaped
Into waiting arms
Of machines,
                  Machines that grind—
Gritted tooth—
Cardboard cogs
Processed fast
To the bellies
Fat yet pseudo-free

Ch. Ch. Ch…
Nyet. Not yet

Beauty blooms
Only to fall in wilt

The dead seed splinters
As stem and stalk unite

A last ditch effort
To elicit

Ch-Ch-Ch…
Pray for it.
Ch-Ch-Ch…
Pray for it.
                  Nein. Nein. Nein.

Constipated are the tear-drops

Pinecone-birth-decay—
Carriage ride…stops to fix
Spoke in wheel
                 
Dawn to day
Day to dusk
Dusk to darkness
In God we trust

Paupers to pulpit
Pulpit to King
King sneers at Queen
ALL JESTERS FLEE

Ch. Ch. Ch
Redact.

Perhaps

Pray for it.

Ch. Ch. Ch
Are you feeling it?
I’m not!
 But I can pretend
Ch-Ch-Ch.  Maybe one more.

Blue flame
Stirring
Stellar
Nova….
Bright

Pristine?
Hardly!
But It’ll have to do.

Ch-Ch-Ch… Changes
Turn and face the strange.
Ch. Ch. Ch. Changes
Turn and face the strange.





1 comment:

  1. Constipated are the tear drops..hahahaha...oh I shouldn't laugh at that as I know it supposed to be more emotional tied, but just too funny, loved that line for some weird reason. Maybe the cat needs some ch ch changes, damn right driving me mad..haha

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