Arras seductive velvet plum
Alike bewitched, beshrew
Dispel this illusion
Reluctant to unfold its spell
Massy foliage threw
Living spirit seer
8/6/2019
arras: tapestry
beshrew: a curse, plague upon.
4.” Everybody has a dark side. Some of us are better at hiding it than others. “ A Simple Favor, 2018
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Shattered bottled up dreams
strewn in callous fashion,
litter those Tobacco roads
of man-made poverty
Cancerous amorality
is the accepted dystopian reality
Majority rule by the metal ballot law ...
second finger got a gun pressed to the jaw
Diablo destiny decree:
Dos digital corrects any uno analog flaw
This warped sensibility
is the venal logic served pucker raw
A lot of lip sizzle buttery undercooked,
a lot of dead bang thievery overlooked
Ash fault neglect
is heaped on the next generation
of social experimentation
Petri dish promises
are furtive cloned assertions
Silky slick politricking on the wifi
(why fi-nance poor citizens’ aspirations)
is a web of deceit ...
tax-deductible alm desertion
Roll the lively military drums,
let the drones deliver
a hollow incoming death hum
Victory is counted as being “less of,”
cull the bottom feeders of a wolfbane society —
This is the favorite poison ivy scheme
of the power pyramid builders:
Soulless architects
erecting a crooked obelisk dystopian reality
And this fractured,
motion picture reel nightmare
still ain’t murky half as bad as it’s gonna be
My Kerouac heart attacks
In illustrious cigar smoke stacks
Against time, Wake up to talk,
To speak, Unknown for hours
Amidst your wilting sunflowers
Let's talk nonsense prose
Where death kills,
Love, at last, grows
My Ginsberg snowflake cries Howls
With Wolfbane growls
At my Kerouac heart
To lil 'ol Lily,
Who lived on Wolfbane Lane,
Your dresses quite frilly, and you quite silly,
You make the town wonder if you're sane,
Dear, Lily Black,
He sealed your fate,
While the town mourned,
if only, Dear Lily, we could turn time back,
Your fate was sealed by a lover scorned.
When the wolfbane blooms and
Moon is full and bright
It's time for the wolf; he will turn tonight.
Hide your children; mothers, fathers,
Sisters, brothers too.
He will turn and come after all of you.
There's no place to run, once the metemorphasis
Begins.
No place to hide, just the moon on your side.
Get your silver bullits ready, shoot him
When your heand is steady
Never let him get away, or he'll be back
Another day.
When the moon is full...
the wolfbane blooms,the spell is cast
the hour of doom approaches fast
and woe is he that disbelieves
on this all hallows eve!
heroic hearts will turn to meek
when shadows start and hinges creak
from mischief,there is no reprieve
on this all hallows eve!
when jack-o-lanterns dare the night
with hollow stares of candle light
the scarecrow with it's ragged sleeves
beware all hallows eve!
as spirits roam and echoes mock
teeth will chatter,knees will knock
yes,while even rocking chairs perceive-
it is indeed all hallows eve!
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