This Is Not a Sketch
Not the fire in the belly,
but the air in the lungs.
Clarity.
Fire warms, then burns in passion,
flaming, shameful, conflagration
of sin and victory.
Buddha-like compassion,
saintly wise, learned in cycles
of hard labor, blessed bliss --
messages like this mentored, memed,
given credence in electric market,
synapse scent, inhaled essence.
This is not a sketch.
This is awakening
from deep, drugged entanglement
in eiderdown.
Memories march in hideous mime.
Despair hangs heavy, grey,
unbounded.
Coarse, textured currents,
slowed for inhalation, beckon,
wave, invite companionship.
Bubbles surface, break
like flowers expelling seeds.
Breathe the inspiration.
Far beyond cruelty
into a whole other realm
of horror, dishonour and disdain
to observe crushing pain
and serve utility
by crushing more
neural circus
variegate shades
symbols of ancient trade gaily parade
coax wry smiles shaped to tease
out
sinuous pleasure
cleverly she spins, sways, sweeps,
catches a whirl of trance
better than life
her blood, taste of iron
and butter,
sweet, salt, serene
the thrill is in the taking,
the rushing and tumbling
unobserved, unexpected,
trick of the eye laid bare
delicious secrets
creep into sight, strive to misbehave
for acknowledgement
small, frantic, overburdened
Is such awkward love
allowed?
this bright moon midnight,
enter the circus
mirror fly on the wire
transform as incantation
come alive
free, beneath galaxies,
perform miraculously
to your gleeful applause
Peace to you all in this Year of Prophecies (may all your world ends hook up to better worlds beginning)
Not the fire in the belly,
but the air in the lungs.
Clarity.
Fire warms, then burns in passion,
flaming, shameful, conflagration
of sin and victory.
Buddha-like compassion,
saintly wise, learned in cycles
of hard labor, blessed bliss --
messages like this mentored, memed,
given credence in electric market,
synapse scent, inhaled essence.
This is not a sketch.
This is awakening
from deep, drugged entanglement
in eiderdown.
Memories march in hideous mime.
Despair hangs heavy, grey,
unbounded.
Coarse, textured currents,
slowed for inhalation, beckon,
wave, invite companionship.
Bubbles surface, break
like flowers expelling seeds.
Breathe the inspiration.
Far beyond cruelty
into a whole other realm
of horror, dishonour and disdain
to observe crushing pain
and serve utility
by crushing more
neural circus
variegate shades
symbols of ancient trade gaily parade
coax wry smiles shaped to tease
out
sinuous pleasure
cleverly she spins, sways, sweeps,
catches a whirl of trance
better than life
her blood, taste of iron
and butter,
sweet, salt, serene
the thrill is in the taking,
the rushing and tumbling
unobserved, unexpected,
trick of the eye laid bare
delicious secrets
creep into sight, strive to misbehave
for acknowledgement
small, frantic, overburdened
Is such awkward love
allowed?
this bright moon midnight,
enter the circus
mirror fly on the wire
transform as incantation
come alive
free, beneath galaxies,
perform miraculously
to your gleeful applause
Peace to you all in this Year of Prophecies (may all your world ends hook up to better worlds beginning)