When looking into the mirror
Under the fluorescent fixtures containted with *new* green bulbs
The DnB breaks across this app, though it's free
It can still be cheap
The cheapest decisions can deliver the most plagueristic effects
If you take your eye off the ball FOR A SECOND
THAT ball could bounce off an unsuspecting skull
Son, that's what we call the 'bean ball'
Believe you me
My fine, dwaddle swaddled do-doddler,
When two or more toddlers are involved
It's what is known as a poo shoot
Enter Henri, the best excuse ever made
For fine, young ladies wearing boots & jeans
There is no satellite to pull down the data
Once you've thrown it to the high holy heavens
Above the seas of oceanic excuses
Wrapped in Sumo weedy bureaucracy with all her friends
Spouting demonic phrases betwixt breaks
Of nasal laughter forced through the meat grinder
How could I ever fall in love with someone
Who carries such heavy bags on her shoulders?
She flips her ponytail over her porcelain chin
To get up and begin again
Her march into the darkness du jour
Intrigued, as she is, with slimey things
Her voodoo artwork is as lost on me
As a pinot is to a night train connoisseur
Why should I rush to aid those plunging
Headlong over the cliff into this dark molasses?
Why don't they call their friends in Manassas?
Or pray to the Holy LLAMA of Brahma,
As the asteroids are handing out their calling cards
In the 7th inning stretch
When the machines run continual glitch
And all the heroines have been exposed
To that long lasting final exposure
In the museum of chronological photography
Etched forever into the interior eye
Of the mind
Which allows the heart access to the skies
A very interesting read Philip, what inspired you =)
ReplyDeleteInside of this piece is an exploration of the autumn season full of fiery decay and peaceful beauty. The snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves colliding with or in harmony (as the case may be) of the celestial music accompanied by our human concert. We know that life is fragile. We know 'the end is near' , this piece celebrates very present changes and strips away all the coats of cracked and peeling paint. Thank you for your time in consideration of this poem, lovely Lucy. And thank you for your smile.
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