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 urinate

When the floor below you convulses

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005