Sun Bleats
That which would make me a cog in the machine ,
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
be left in the walls of sleep.
As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
Let the world spin on thru space's
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink
on the writer's hand. Or let the
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
chunks of lung, held by the prism of
your stare.
To dance swirling down the drain
as another matter for the brain to tick
as a clock tocks out seven days to review
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.
Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike
drowning in clay & blank doll faces.
As my daughter will drink only the finest wine
& my son will make all the other children cry
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts
revolve round the moon lit stage.
Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011
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