Saturday, 29 November 2014

Now... A Mere Cricket In The Court Of A Swift While It Preens

His Head... A Pilgrim's Rock,
Fattened From The Precise Movements Of Plates Shifting,
A Sit UpOn ItSelf With No Wall Bricked For Ladders,
Elevators Clicking Like His Brain Rideing Its Spine,
From The Crowned To The Pawned Then Back Up Again,
Honey-Dipping InTo Tinmah's Shroud And Pride,
Towards Brushes By Horses For The Lion's Den,
Promising Wings Dripping With Virgin Wine And Hanging Gardens,
Before The Cage May Take Another Liar For Its Wheel...
Now WrathFull He Clings To His Cloud,
Then To The Woods To Mingle And Merge With The Hickory,
To Then Be Woo'd As Desdemona... Though At Least To The Poor Atoric,
With His Bridal Bit To Drag Over The Window's Edge,
Not Letting The Glass Slip UnderFoot,
To The Streets Below... Past The DriveWays And Under The Heavens,
His Toe Tied With Twine Knotted And Anchored Miles Down,
He Floats... Catching Lightning And Hopeing For Openings Over Soft Parades,
His Pillow... A Philosopher's Stone.

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Rubik Sarcophagus

Rubik Sarcophagus,
Twist And Turn,
Pieces Change And ReAlign,
Geometric Endocrine,
Meticulous Etchings From The Inside,
Grooves That Prove Valleys For Monarchs,
Revolveing UpOn Usurpation,
Locking Thumbs InTo Position,
To Carve And Whittle The Bones Into Keys,
One For The Hand That Knocks,
One For The Sand That Locks,
Both Halves Hideing The Solution,
Prying Eyes From Palming The Velvet Scratch,
Bandaged... Feeding Through,
Summoned By Its Silence... Breaking For It,
Synchronized With Its Fractureing Ebb InTo Reverence,
Painted Blue With Clouds,
Breast-Fed And Smeared With Ash,
Endowed In Time... Dowsing For Thicker Days,
Letting It Sleep... Screaming InTo Its Own Head,
New Movements For Old Cycles,
Twisting And Turning,
Pieces Change And ReAlign,
Guided... Gilded... Gutless.