A jewel drips down
Against the lion's cheek, starts a speech
Of sparks and trees, the sudden illumination
Then thunder speaks, once more for
That sunken floor underneath, the giant's feet.
Ungainly enemies but a clever little fiend, lacking in no amenities, Loki Loki
What do you see? The crest and star of Lucy, consoling the people
In dream. Star-light, star-bright, first star
I see tonight, light of fire atop the trees.
Let sleeping dogs lie by and by on the side
In eternal suffering and cling with the breath of directness,
In each and every forehead, like the eye-opened
Orpheus of Greece. Living antiquity, light-like simplicity. Implicitly
Impervious. In mystery I saw garlands of the goddess
Crowning roses. The flower and thorn of kings, petals falling nearer
To my heartstrings then the intellect of the many. They may
Skewer me proficiently, but sentient? I doubt with intensity.
Consider it, crazed whim, brutal payment. Let the wine brew for Brutus
So he can ease his day's end. It's the sound of the pin
Drop drop to the pavement, I have no need
Of names, it makes not one difference. Once I held
Respect and reverence, and once I felt the breath of
Resentment. The Lords of Light-less Decadence. I cannot
Refrain within this placement, black and white is all
But black and white in me, shading, do you see it, but
It makes no difference what's been said of it
I don't care for that insanity, the cup just turns to dust.
Instead, I draw a skeleton key from inside of us and
Watch the some turn into galaxies, then take
A drive on down the turnpike to see my friends and family.
God, this dream can't really be, I feel so
Weak I'm faltering. Trouble, trouble toil and double!
For one so meek and grim. Desire and admonition.
The weight of the pen; poor men and prophets, most often
Where it's least expected, buried behind piles of jest, but anything less
Is left uncollected. Tell me whats best, coddling collective?
Give me solitary contentment, a stand on the moon or the trees. To the
Tops of each pleasure and the depths of each winter
We season two birds in one stew. Pan--so specific and splendid,
Sordid and senseless, relentless and restless and cruel.
