Marauding in this awe-sparkled whirl
Yellowing kings of truth exploding in mad-mouthed battle
The absurd winds of semantics roar incredibly in my ears
Cooing and echoing
Raping my erogenous mind.
Still grabbing orgasmic gasps on burning air
I don't believe in anything and sigh at blank notions
Of history, society and the legendary future -
Blood-splattered steaming flowers screech 'Right Here Now'
In my world of shattered electric dawn
Screaming wildly at scattered phantasmagoria.
Yet whose tense Atlantis is this?
Was it discovered or invented?
Or is it just white noise from the chemically demented?
The answer is the question, for this mystery grows older:
Beauty, just like horror, wounds the eyes of the beholder.
Hiya Heftman,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your words over at mine. You've some great poetry here, I especially enjoyed the first one. Anyway, just really saying thanks & hello, Shane.
To a HeroinHead called Shane,
ReplyDeleteWhose painting pleasure onto pain,
Stealing dopamine like a thief:
Perhaps all pleasure is relief