Archive for September 19th, 2012
Foreshadows
NIN came back today,
running with sharp fur,
screaming at me, for twisted
purple minutes
arriving soon and blurry hours coming
at me,
“I’m gonna burn this
Whole
World
Down!”
“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”
grabbing it from fuel in my soul,
searching for pills, gripping
to hide from the perilous beating
of instruments framed to harken, hack
my mind, pronouncing me gone, but letting me,
“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”
swimming in reckless wakefulness.
And it goes forever, in seconds,
with miraculous drive, no change
from a shipment
of relief, no pills,
no comfort, no alcohol…
“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”
growing in sickening alertness.
“this world rejects me,
This world threw me away
this world is going to have to pay”
and my shrink thinks
music the chicken, feathers ready to…
“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”
But the music is the egg,
cracking open in shattered pieces,
running away from me in blasts of pinkish-white,
leaving me in my orange pool,
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
“I’m gonna burn this
Whole
World
Down!”
.
Blaming the Stark Lines in Gray Buildings
Today, rejecting industrial clang,
and Brahms sings to me,
jagged but straight edges, if possible,
the waste of a day, rejecting the beautiful
concept of being with the living,
no being with the flow, no moving in concert.
No, bubbling in anger coming from another world,
anger undeserved, wholly natural, anger
at everything, which is, after all, a blanket of despair.
Begging for more and more Brahms, loud,
not quite hopeless, but rich sound
battling the jagged lines.
No flow as I wallow in the stench
of my torn and rugged caverns
with the echos of atrophied harmonies.
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