Sunday, December 19, 2010

Do me right tonight

The pale dawn light shined on his face
I could tell he wasn’t well trapped in his personal hell
Unable to pick himself up like a child who fell
Once too many times running on rhymes
a psychopathic rant
A flaming fuchsia elephant invades my living space
Parades by with a sycophant riding him
While a hierophant stands nearby
reciting Buddhist mantras nam myōhō renge kyō,
Before my eyes behold
a white marble palace
studded with gold and quietly buried
suddenly
beneath black sands of time
He begs admission to another sanatorium
a different mausoleum where the dead struggle
with the living over words written on winds
only ghosts can decipher
coming back to attack they deny the facts
fraught with desire the world’s run amok
a phantasmagoric a little white magic moonlight
dripping ice laden branches will do me
just right tonight poppy

9 comments:

  1. This poem fucking rocks, such brilliant imagery, especially the last couple of lines, where the dead struggle with the living with words written on winds,, sweet!

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  2. I really like this one!! Especially the line, " the dead struggle with the living over words written on winds only ghosts can decipher"! Excellent work!!

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  3. Nice..
    Use of very good words...
    I love it :)

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  4. "A flaming fuchsia elephant invades my living space" my favorite line. a good write!
    http://wickedpoems.blogspot.com/

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  5. well job, i really enjoy read it. Thanks Dear

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  6. Loved The Imagery and Your Diction....Great
    http://tinydoseoftruth.blogspot.com/

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  7. dripping words like water...liked it

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  8. awww blush blush thanks I'm touched & bow to you too - so glad to affect you...
    it's what i live for ...

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  9. Anonymous5:40 AM

    great poem. I like your style.

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