THE POETS MESSAGE
Purge
Soul cleansing for weary ones
Divinity
Vast heavens frosty plain
Cloud spirits whisper
“REST DEAR CHILD”
Release diametric demons
Deeply recessed
Within scattered brains
Taste the glory
Sweet nectar
Viscous consciousness
Slides downward like honey
Spiral current
Vortex of emotion
Bearded Holy Man
Walks in silence
Hungry
Self induced trance of denial
Dancing mystical aura
Wet
Warm
Straining for release
Fear
Arrives in raging contradiction
Moving blindly towards the apex
High speed penetration
Supersonic scene of a bitter struggle
Transparent hammer cocked
Silver bullet
Poised to blast the flesh of innocence
Psychedelic green lights
Disrupt my balance
The hero is the villain
In this warped epilogue
Crimson curtain
Falls in confusion
Wasted
The Poets message
Slumped in crumpled metaphors
Zombie audience
Clamors for topless choreographed temptation
Languid
Deathly still
Entertainment
Distraction
The American way
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Mongrels
Prowl the gutters for the latest lost ones
Rambling premonitions
In the frigid thin air of 35,000 feet
The black Atlantic Ocean
Lurks in liquid stealth below
It’s awfully hard to pee
When the floor below you convulses
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
