the emerald queen and her basement tapes III
rollin through town like it was Lac Megantic
this train of thought is burning down all the bridges
between my private space and your public waste
the toxic deluge that you refuse to impede
by closing your lips and taking heed
i am dancing down the rails
feet, please don't fail
i wouldn't want to bail into the ocean below
where no words can flow
so listen up, listen slow
passing by like the icebergs and snow
sinking your titanic
that you built with something satanic
a gigantic lie straight from the eye
that shot me a glance
hoping i would ante up
and buy into it
i would swallow it down
for a dollar less than a pound
this whole look that you've found
pretentious and sweet
proper and neat
but it can't compete with the burning thoughts in my head
that i ought to leave this drink alone and vacate
the premises
move to better places with people more generous
a segregation from the king
is my prescription to absolve me of sin
so let's begin
first there was tyranny and monetary slavery
false prophets from the monastery came to lay their blame
on all those who could not escape the flames
who ever was left fled to the west
never knowing it is the location where the sun would set
on the ideals brought forth out of july the 4th and moderation
of rule
of law
of condemnation
but where once dreams of freedom flew across the purple mountains majesty
now only lies graveyards for the tragedy
the farce of it all is the true larceny
Copyright © northern phoenix | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment