At times my spirit wonders at
my murdered Muse, (in)secure
in her six foot crepe; gag mouldering
these many years as it crumbles,
long past its days of usefulness.
And who would strangle such a beast?
Rattling chains forever in the strobe light night,
hands eternally grasping, lips upon my ear
whispering, whispering, interrupting dreams
incessant with her myriad demands, thrusting
pen into my feverish fingers, robbing sanity,
smoke and mirrors brandishing a false bravado
"You are NOTHING without me"....
and I, like any supplicant, obeyed. Until the
wakefulness made prisms of my eyes, unable
to separate fact from lies, sentences dripping
guile, and all the while she plied my brain
for her inevitable feast, supping at my
groaning board; she claimed herself the chef
and I the one to wield the carving knife
that sent the vengeful muse into her grave,
the poseur rightful vanquished, and I, saved.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
105 in the Shade
She's 105 in the shade.
Still dreaming, still flirting with the
intern that comes in every evening,
(How can he take her blood pressure when it's flying?)
Black-haired stud with the body of Luficer
long before he grew horns, she closes
her eyes and feels feathers against her cheeks,
bob flapping, doing the shimmie shimmie
down in Charleston, all rhinestone sparkle
and blue-eyed winks for the slicked down Jazz Boys.
Up to new York and a meeting with Zeigfeld
And it was bathroom hooch and silk stockings,
a dangerous glimpse of garter, how fast she was
in the Rumble Seat, sweat matching the beads
in her head dress, cigarette un lit in the holder,
Tallulah on steriods, and she didn't have to utter a sound.
Dancing with kings for pearls and ermine
Turning down their rough proposals, for she had time....
She had time......
"Dolly? Miss Dolly? Time for dinner."
She's 105 in the shade, and now all she has is time.....
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Still dreaming, still flirting with the
intern that comes in every evening,
(How can he take her blood pressure when it's flying?)
Black-haired stud with the body of Luficer
long before he grew horns, she closes
her eyes and feels feathers against her cheeks,
bob flapping, doing the shimmie shimmie
down in Charleston, all rhinestone sparkle
and blue-eyed winks for the slicked down Jazz Boys.
Up to new York and a meeting with Zeigfeld
And it was bathroom hooch and silk stockings,
a dangerous glimpse of garter, how fast she was
in the Rumble Seat, sweat matching the beads
in her head dress, cigarette un lit in the holder,
Tallulah on steriods, and she didn't have to utter a sound.
Dancing with kings for pearls and ermine
Turning down their rough proposals, for she had time....
She had time......
"Dolly? Miss Dolly? Time for dinner."
She's 105 in the shade, and now all she has is time.....
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/ninelivesandmore/blog#ixzz0waDzpyVY
Friday, August 13, 2010
Well Read
I read of the Revelation
666 and the Four Horsemen,
Christ Anti birthed from the ashes,
bodies rising in the crisp, molten air
(Clothing optional)
I read about Adam and Eve
the apple tree with the "Do Not Touch"
sign, the talking snake and Lillith in
the background, succubus grinning
while her lover employed sweet talk
(did he speak with forked tongue?)
I've also seen THE SIGNS
God Hates Fags,
If you ain't for us, you're agin us,
Those who won't accept Christ as their
Savior will surely burn in HELL......
I've also read Grim's Fairy Tales
and I don't believe THOSE either.
666 and the Four Horsemen,
Christ Anti birthed from the ashes,
bodies rising in the crisp, molten air
(Clothing optional)
I read about Adam and Eve
the apple tree with the "Do Not Touch"
sign, the talking snake and Lillith in
the background, succubus grinning
while her lover employed sweet talk
(did he speak with forked tongue?)
I've also seen THE SIGNS
God Hates Fags,
If you ain't for us, you're agin us,
Those who won't accept Christ as their
Savior will surely burn in HELL......
I've also read Grim's Fairy Tales
and I don't believe THOSE either.
Concepts
"One" is a concept
followed by an endless series
of numbers, equations about nothing,
security for the wary, proof that
we are smarter than the lower animals.
"Self" is an arrogant claim
remembering visions in polished surfaces,
staring at the tossing of mane, a nod and
a wink for a dead horse we beat with hard
bone clubs, declaring our beauty and uniqueness.
We walk alone is ever growing crowds
marching with the other lemmings, turning
feet this way and that in a farce of clevernes;
all the while running nearer to the cliff dive
like every other seeming "Individual".
And we all fall the exact same way
backs breaking, brains spilling, eyes wide shut;
splash of blood against the rocks
followed by an endless series
of numbers, equations about nothing,
security for the wary, proof that
we are smarter than the lower animals.
"Self" is an arrogant claim
remembering visions in polished surfaces,
staring at the tossing of mane, a nod and
a wink for a dead horse we beat with hard
bone clubs, declaring our beauty and uniqueness.
We walk alone is ever growing crowds
marching with the other lemmings, turning
feet this way and that in a farce of clevernes;
all the while running nearer to the cliff dive
like every other seeming "Individual".
And we all fall the exact same way
backs breaking, brains spilling, eyes wide shut;
splash of blood against the rocks
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Routine
The gloves feel tight against her fingers
The comfort of laytex surronds her hands
like a warm blanket; security in plastic,
pulled over her long sleeves that end
in a turtle-neck, tucked into slim jeans
under boots and thick crew socks.
Stand up, one foot, one foot, turn around.
10 steps to the door, touch knob,
one turn two turns..........interruption.
Turn, 10 teps back to bed, turn, 10 steps
back to door, knob, touch, turn once, twice
three times, open, two steps, close, twelve
steps to stairway, 14 steps to the landing.
30 steps to kitchen, coffee, two toasts, three pats of butter, one egg.
Scrub, clean, wipe ech plate 5 times, magical
numbers that keep her safe, open, close, open cabinet,
amonia, bleach (but never together) because she's
never liked couples touching each other.
Dust, place each item at exact 90 degree angle
Routine after lunch, routine after dinner,
60 minutes of television, same channel, same time
never handle the dirty tuner, germs are everywhere
We're all going to die!
Check locks 3 times, check windows 4 times,
56 steps to the landing, 14 steps to the top,
12 steps to the bedroom door, turn knob, turn knob
turn knob, 10 steps to bed, turnturnturn, covers down,
covers up, covers down, right leg up, left leg up,
covers up, covers down covers up, light off.
9 hour of sleep, then do it again....
The comfort of laytex surronds her hands
like a warm blanket; security in plastic,
pulled over her long sleeves that end
in a turtle-neck, tucked into slim jeans
under boots and thick crew socks.
Stand up, one foot, one foot, turn around.
10 steps to the door, touch knob,
one turn two turns..........interruption.
Turn, 10 teps back to bed, turn, 10 steps
back to door, knob, touch, turn once, twice
three times, open, two steps, close, twelve
steps to stairway, 14 steps to the landing.
30 steps to kitchen, coffee, two toasts, three pats of butter, one egg.
Scrub, clean, wipe ech plate 5 times, magical
numbers that keep her safe, open, close, open cabinet,
amonia, bleach (but never together) because she's
never liked couples touching each other.
Dust, place each item at exact 90 degree angle
Routine after lunch, routine after dinner,
60 minutes of television, same channel, same time
never handle the dirty tuner, germs are everywhere
We're all going to die!
Check locks 3 times, check windows 4 times,
56 steps to the landing, 14 steps to the top,
12 steps to the bedroom door, turn knob, turn knob
turn knob, 10 steps to bed, turnturnturn, covers down,
covers up, covers down, right leg up, left leg up,
covers up, covers down covers up, light off.
9 hour of sleep, then do it again....
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Good Enough??
I don't have to be good anymore.
Good is Pollyana bending
over for the White Rabbit,
who kept looking at his watch
all the time, never really understanding
the concept of hairless white expanse anyway.
Good is Clara's bow lips, painted
on smile for the male members;
it's easy to perform in the dark
when that tinny piano plays. You
just move your mouth and the
director puts his own words into it.
If there are (dust) bunnies on the floor
it's because I set them free, sweeping
the area to find Fudd, deciding it's time
to jump the gun and go Elmer hunting.
No one will be saved
Because I don't care a bit about good anymore.
Hell, I'm having a hard enough time with adequate.
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/ninelivesandmore/blog#ixzz0vvL9rdgZ
Two Sisters
Alice and Godzilla birthed twins,
then the lizard swallowed, taking
Alice and everything she ever was;
for females always DO become Daddy's girls.
Chips off the old block of brimstone, they grew
up crooked sturdy, bodies that beguiled, voices
like harpies, keeping well quiet until the tender
trap was sprung, bread and butter forever stolen
from those whose brains were where they shouldn't be.
Yellow brick roads set aflame, the Scarecrow
wore asbestos, the Tin Man searched for his
stolen heart; the lion too cowed to say anything.
If ever Dorothy stepped over the rainbow, she would
have found just ashes and rain, the sisters having long
ago ravaged the City and stolen the ending's gold.
From nowhere came insanity's embodiment, minds
filled with poisons they turned on each other, houses
shuddering in their wake, splintering from mindless rage;
the survivors stumbled out, and tried to explain
One came from the West, the other the East.
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/ninelivesandmore/blog#ixzz0vvKehBIM
then the lizard swallowed, taking
Alice and everything she ever was;
for females always DO become Daddy's girls.
Chips off the old block of brimstone, they grew
up crooked sturdy, bodies that beguiled, voices
like harpies, keeping well quiet until the tender
trap was sprung, bread and butter forever stolen
from those whose brains were where they shouldn't be.
Yellow brick roads set aflame, the Scarecrow
wore asbestos, the Tin Man searched for his
stolen heart; the lion too cowed to say anything.
If ever Dorothy stepped over the rainbow, she would
have found just ashes and rain, the sisters having long
ago ravaged the City and stolen the ending's gold.
From nowhere came insanity's embodiment, minds
filled with poisons they turned on each other, houses
shuddering in their wake, splintering from mindless rage;
the survivors stumbled out, and tried to explain
One came from the West, the other the East.
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/ninelivesandmore/blog#ixzz0vvKehBIM
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