Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Late Retreat


Slimy Darkness gnaws at the hearts of men
The Women burn with a strange fever
A blistered moon hangs upon the city of dead poets


There were Children, once like gods
Now they walk on all fours
Having mastered the secrets of Cannibalistic Rituals


The Weather Stations Speak
Like Greek Oracles
Only, they speak what we have always known


The heretics are no more slaughtered here
Our world has room for everybody
So, now we send them to the circus


In exchange for sordid blindness
We received a million magical eyes
That were to become our everlasting companions


Dumb mouths and Snake skins shout and groan
Walking the cartoon streets
Pleading to be baptized

But Somewhere in a dream world
The Goliath Towers collapse to dust
And For the first time in many Aeons
The Priests once again don't know everything
And the balance sheets have become doves
waltzing in the gypsy winds

Whispering a subtle prayer
Not directed to anyone in particular
I turn off the computer and go to sleep
The pale green led light flickers for a moment
And then becomes a host of fireflies
In the tragicomic suburbs of my head


Looking out through the rusted bars of my wonderland
That has long lost its salt
I see a black sky punctuated by soft grey clouds
And Little Adults bunny hopping across the garden
I put on a slicker and muck-boots
And run through the gloomy corridors like a possessed druid


And the hemiparasites are finally learning to wail
And Naked Sultans are snapping their fingers and slapping their cheeks
Clapping like toy monkeys, tapping their feet
The Skinny physicians clenched their fists and howled curses
When they saw lepers turn into silky angels overnight


And suddenly after a long time I grow too weary of sleeping...