posted on October 18, 2013 at 6:36 pm
cartoon of lives

cartoon of lives

in a burst of acceleration and a rush of white bubbles

some beast released

the rocks scream out

the earth shrugs off its mantle

a new civilisation sweeps everything before it before it falls itself

greediness and lies can never prevail

it is the way of things

and righteousness can never prevail either

it is the way of things

heaving salt water fills my dream tank

drown in clear green air i fall slowly upwards into sky

miles above the sunken cathedral in the rhine

where the nibelung hammer out rivers of steel

in germany my doppelganger appears on a stage doped

the panther chases half heartedly the spring days

i am faint down in greece with a nymph of the sea

over the pyramids my ketamine dream of somewhere else

a swirl of vicious claws approacheth in the dim sparkled wine dark sea

hideous odour of monster unhinged like a pungent spell

we crouch on the sand spear in hand

my heart beats in another chest like a doom drum

the roman soldier with sunburnt shoulder rolls the boulder today

christ in paris during the plague is pulled away

in devilled tones the ominous drones drop away from bomb bay

in secretive tryst they have missed the gist of holy day

pendulum comes back and its crack of hell

swing to the side but if you decide too late

thing is war wont wait

i fought back in biblical times like a dog who climbs a tree

i swam like a fish through the glittering aegean sea and in galilee

i saw them nail up brothers who stole others in darkness

on the isle of madness it was i in a fever who saw what i seen

the brand new facade of impossible empire in the clouds

the veneer was penetrated by lovely little satan riding on a black steed

i need to calm down all around the sound i cannot heed

in pastures of paradise a studio lot has been set aside for me

acting out my shadow lives in far eternity

the swelling sea

the trumpets blister mournfully

the burning fleet off tripoli

the masked god of dumb loyalty

the mark of sustainability

the sword forged by necessity

umbrage with uncertainty

this was all a dream to me

 

 

 

8 Responses to “thetis caught”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 18 October 2013 at 7:14 pm #

    I thought back then the life I led
    who I was
    was not right
    not that it was wrong
    it just was like a round peg in a square hole
    so I made it my role
    to try to seem normal.
    I put all my physical effort into it
    and some misdirected mental energy
    even strained emotion
    tho there was still the defiant voice
    somewhere
    standing its ground
    sometimes lost sometimes found.
    In this manner I tried to proceed
    to make everything easy for
    everyone except probably me
    I had no idea I would meet you
    on any plane
    or if I did it would have any effect
    perhaps I am affecting affection
    yes I seem affected because I was affected
    then I thought i was pulled together again
    but no
    not now
    and sometimes it seems that’s the way it should be
    and other times not.
    I know a good parent
    lets a child find its own way
    and you are too good
    but youre not my father either
    ‘hideous odour of monster unhinged’
    is this what you meant in other words
    when you said our souls were singed?
    and it was cruel and kind
    of your woman to point out
    although at that point I thought
    I had peaked
    that I should try harder to be on my way
    I guess she meant away
    but so many little lines
    make up the curve
    of a circle.

  2. avatar
    Robert Roe | 18 October 2013 at 7:18 pm #

    Full on dream

  3. avatar
    This World Hell | 18 October 2013 at 9:30 pm #

    If only I’ll wake and find that the last 50 years have been a dream.

  4. avatar
    cheryl | 19 October 2013 at 12:00 am #

    cosmic capacity!

  5. avatar
    andres | 19 October 2013 at 3:56 am #

    “Steve, Steve,” the herald calls, “how did you like the birthday present? The book. How about all the characters in it? It was us. And we were a part of you, in you, through you, around you, teaching you, moved by you, lit up because of you. The moon? Only your watchful bro, a faithful witness, the truth about love looking over you in your Mother’s arms when you couldn’t see Father. It’s a children’s book. You learned to read here. Welcome to your family. A children’s story told in the womb, in the giant eggshell, before delivery.”

  6. avatar
    Cake | 20 October 2013 at 9:36 am #

    Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
    Engines pumping and thumping in time.
    The green light flashes, the flags go up.
    Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
    They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
    Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
    Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
    Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.

  7. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 21 October 2013 at 4:56 am #

    Main: Bite me. Digestive: Cn i’va sip?

  8. avatar
    onabla | 21 October 2013 at 10:39 am #

    leave the leafs lying low layering the grubs for the winter storm
    talking too much about learning leaving the teacher turning below
    lacking respect for the thought just wanting to comment without commiting


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