Rebellion At the Cause
Rebellion at The Cause
I’m running on a heat wave
Dancing with angels on a pin head
Slapped on a pallet
Of curious colours
Uses me in mad artistic brush strokes
Tripping on a ballet
Like a fire crackers splash
Shimmying on dangerous sidewalk cracks
Careless freak of Friday night
Gyrations jigger and giddy with me
I am beating at piano keys
Swaying harmonious epiphanies
Plucking at bestial heart strings
And jumping into Satan’s fire, screaming
Rebellions bravery has made me uncaring of Eden
While tap dancing on heated coals
Chill ice pulses cold
And with a sniff I quaff
This fine and elegant cup of human blood
Buggered you be if you think you can stop me
I am the screeching banshee
The fickle incandescence of your haunted innocence
A wailing stranger
On a list of statistical abuses
And it will be a dark night indeed, when you find me
A vengeance of seething retribution
Has come to steal away your comfortable heaven
And mock your bloodlines
Even now my shoeless feet pirouette in the dust
And a million angels can balance sublime on a pinhead
I cavort on the edge
Ride the fleshes roller coaster of touches
And die slapped to a pallet
Of ever curious colours
Not with the tongues of a million angels can you catch
This
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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