Turn around and you’ll see 360 degrees.
Tipsy or dizzy, dazzled and unbalanced.
Jumping over the obvious, skipping.
It’s groovy how you can can,
over and over again, become one with
the shellac or polyvinyl.
Its circumference everlasts, but the spin
is slow or fast. Some ride high but scratch
and waste the singsong space, the sizzling
stellar and crucial becomes psychedelic.
Two feet planted on the recording, soaring.
Sore their plantar, blistered by the hiss.
Do resist the shake and shiver of insane.
Tears ruin the score…Noah’s symphony.
Categories:
polyvinyl, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Laying out
the body
and
them
they have released
polite glances
promising touches
and words for lean against
neither polyvinyl chloride windows
couldn't prevent
stupidity
from entrance
you are forcing your exhausted tears
on
kneeling over the cheeks
screenplays remain consistent
only the pawns alternate
it is noon...
... even Satan needs God to survive
Categories:
polyvinyl, absence, betrayal, christian, hurt,
Form: Free verse