Earth Spins Away -
flung into winter's darkness
Creatures gather to harvest
for storehouses of
warm winter dens
Leaves, dust and damp decay
meet our senses when
doors are flung open
to greet the empty world
Distant melodies of burning
fires ~ the trees are laid merciless by the
axemen and their
involuntary helpers
Green to gold to brown
and at last laid dead
and buried
The leaves of crooked trees
Bending to the sun
Whispers of birds escaping
to warmer lands
Their wings stirring up
the lost forgoten
From their beady eyes
comes the fleeting conjoined
spirits of transformation
long, shadowy thoughts
engineering the fall of the sun
Beautiful strangers
- with their histories unknown
- their awkwardness
the radio drms along meaningless
newspapers, read and recycled
on a thousand sticky
cafe tables
Young tenderness shades of
lilith beneath primative
seductress eyes and stranger
still - salt is pinched and
babies touched - smiles
laid bare and pearly white
while teeth rot from penniless
faces and drop into filthy
puddles in the afternoon
Strange virtual cities -
forgotten nomads wander the
alleys of hidden death
where freezing or eating are
a day's challenge
unshaven and spoiled shoes
these strangers
stranger still
A world without pity
Castles of low rent roominghouse
salvation raped and
twisted into the ground by
the rich and well to do
Cities devour their peopel
like giant ancient gods
The menu hasn't changed
in 30 years
only the prices
have gone through
the roof of the world
and only ancient gods
can afford not to pay
Cold dead street
a woman wraps shivering
in cotton embrace
oblivious to the
tentacled demons
the monsters of my making
You -
in your red fuzzy sweater
in your deer-eyed hair cropped androgyny
in your overuse of eyeliner
in your pool of fat fat
women eating chicken strips
in an oklahoma diner
where smoking is not allowed
where desperate students
burn trails in the carpet
for a dollar, for a joint
with their sweetheart and
a night over coffee
the captive beauty
of some sad out-of-town
father worrying secretly
in his divorce from reality
With your pink ribbon
you alone will give a soldier
one good reason to
stop killing arabs
Silvermoon ~ a hetwave
beckons the cool comfort
of a heart
so remember the icy cold
world of death of dreams
makes us all a champion of
some lost cause
Someday ~
you will make some
sad fucker
feel like he is KING
of the world
And your truest beauty
will be revealed
and it may frighten
because knowing your
secret power
creates the need for restraint
and breathing
and being still
and silent
and reserved to your fate
which is hopelessly shared
with us all
which is a cold skeleton
hidden in an icy coffin
which is a nexus for
memories and dreams and
tears and ultimate
eternal joy
which is a marker
a signpost
for weary strangers to
take a pause
and live again
which is a sweet reunion of
history to breathe life upon
your soul
And carry the rising
legacy of another
soul passing through
this puzzle
this mystery
this dead and buried
world
posted by novachild @ Friday, November 19, 2004,
