19.4.12
















You know the feeling when you sip tea and feel yourself falling through the floor, pummeling into the  center of the earth without  the aid of a spoon, out the south end and keep going? This is that.

Bumped off of the plank
The trumping of values made
Into deeper depths
The EVER perfect swan dive
Igniting prospects
Through the blackest of wonder
If a god’s in sight
He’s not a doctor dentist 
Don’t let out an Ahhhhhh….
Keep the mouth shut up
The fourth emotive of awe
Is not respected
Just enjoy the brief transit
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Even with failing batt’ries
Devouring space
Comparing heavenly bods
Moguls to man’uver
Expanding beyond concept

Those winging singing
Shadows on their high horses
a hum of ‘not here’
Only the orchestra’s string
Section tuning up 
Sounding like birds answering
Each other with riffs
enie meanie minie moe
Ready for the kill
Leave only a clouded view
of un-spectac'lar
A quick glimpse of an eclipse.
Small green crucifix’
Are worn turned toward their hearts
I’ve seen things that you 
People would never believe
Printed on white tees
While the boldest of type in
permanent squeaker
Has Need to Get out Much More
Louder than needs be 
Is writ on human foreheads
Don’t look in our eyes
And you will not discover
The look of distrust
They turn heads as comets do
Then elegantly
Trail the sharp icy crystals
Of being stood up
It is the best they can do
Post-cosmic gotcha —
You will know that Surrender
Isa powerful tool

In scrambling to pick up  
Scent with broken wings
I see the loathsome shadow…
There is the hangman
He’s fumbling with the noose
Not an ideal end
But for when the lights glow up
Irresistible
Velocity in leaving
Why look under here?
For the love of your life call
And I kid you not
666-666-6
Recognizable —
His right hand will be hidden
And his face will be bowed low.

10th DoM — Choirs of Shadow Flying by Violent Eclipse


7 comments:

  1. haha...brilliant...i like the opener, and miss having a spoon...and the writ on the foreheads, smiles...yes dont look in those eyes...really nice flow as well...

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  2. "Post-cosmic gotcha" - oh,yeah. But no surrender on this front.

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  3. That's the number for a taxi service! ;)

    Should that be "is a" in the last line of the second stanza?

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    1. Hey, that works!
      is a - 'isa' combined to make a single syllable. -J

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  4. Is this about faux religious fervour? Reminds me of the hypocrasy of some worshippers and token Christianity and the disappointment of final retribution. Or do I have the wrong end of the stick as usual?

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  5. yeah. this muse seems to have brought out the morose in all...I'm going out to look at tulips now

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  6. This is a nice interweaving of the muse. But my favorite part is the intro.

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