Posted on Wednesday, 15 February 2012

A Roar

  • -When she was nineteen she had a fever
  • but the office was now closed
  • IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND
  • IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND
  • all this nonsense
  • all the confusion-
  • strolling through city streets with my friend
  • whiskey sweet, startled girl
  • all the time speaking truths
  • to wild worlds
  • bring out the fun
  • releasing the demon
  • it’s the proper season for the breathin’
  • -when she was nineteen she had a fever
  • but the office was now closed
  • IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND
  • IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND
  • all this nonsense
  • all the confusion-
  • we were jazzing june under the falling moon
  • no cares in this material world
  • no future to fight for or hairs to curl
  • Brings apocalypse predictions to feed
  • this cynical world
  • Oh joy, Oh world
  • where the constant babbler shakes the earth
  • LET ME LOOSE 
  • LET ME FREE
  • all these treats to consume
  • and spread amongst the children
  • so guiltless and free.
  • Let the circus music rise
  • and blot out the alcohol clinging to my eyes
  • let me see pretty things and throw vile lies to the wise
  • Bring out the monster!
  • that sleeps inside my skin
  • let Him out on the town
  • to devour some pretty skin.
  • Black mouths of hungry
  • bring sight to the blind
  • let him see his desires
  • and smother all his crimes. 
  • And now the trumpets reach 
  • the fanfare
  • and fire ignites stale air 
  • clutched in the stagnant design
  • of strip malls, airport bars,
  • and pincers pinching relentlessly
  • burrowing under the skin.
  • Devices, old world vices
  • trying to make a Past forgiven
  • by the priests in the high halls
  • and politicans clutching the microphones
  • strapped to their stalls.
  • Let’s have ourselves a grand old brawl
  • let’s build bloody piles
  • and bet foul on those
  • without the strength of character
  • or puetride, bloody, bolden treeth.
  • LET’S GIVE THEM A NEW DISEASE
  • to birth and procreate
  • only to procrastanate and disbelieve.
  • Every generation a failure
  • every child a new imperfection
  • of the old generation’s
  • sense of beauty and artestry.
  • I’ll not stop my ranting of these former
  • thieves
  • that sense of loyality has abandoned me
  • i’m the seed of the sower
  • the reaper of all your dreams
  • typos abundunate
  • freedom in the flesh
  • dashing through the trees.

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  1. troubleismybusiness posted this