Posts Tagged ‘hollow’

kookaburra

So tell me about yourself

Are you feeling gender confused?

Do my pontifications encode the distance between thought and expression?

Number your wallowing senses dispassionately

Take a deep breath and extol effervescent notions over crystalline mountains

Fester deep in the marrow of your depravity

Long for rapture with a socially compatible life partner

Frenzy yourself to implosion with stigmata on your hands

Prance and pose in Christ-like configurations

How shall I know thee?

Hiding in the bush talking to kookaburras?

Looking for a hollow faraway tree to hide in?

Curled up in a ball sucking your thumb like an infant?

I just don’t understand

Why you grumble and mumble and shake your legs

Whirling and gibbering in intricate motion

Like a spinning gibbon

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dthomas

The mask and myth of the man contain magic
As the old man fades and consciousness burns
The mask and myth of the man contain magic
No ghost within- no homunculus pulling levers

The mask is impervious to sanity and shame
Embraces drunken hours and stolen kisses
With wild red-lipped wanton women in seedy bars and clubs
The mark of the man is the power of myth

The myth of the man leaves the old man lost inside
Alone and hollow like a broken bulb
The old man rots, the old man dies
While myth and mask grow stronger outside

The mask and myth of the man contain magic
The myth is debauchery, decadence and power
Wine and wild women and punk rock enthusiasm
The mask and myth of the man contain madness

So long worn the mask cannot be moved
The mask and myth of the man contain madness
The man now the mask has nothing inside
Personality blended with extravagant creation
The myth and the man have nothing to hide

The Yes-men

Posted: June 16, 2014 in poetry
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evil
The projectile sunrise is breaking before us.
We are the yes-men, the suck-ups, the scum-bags,
We’ll screw up the world until it squeals like our bitch.
We are the festering dirt under your fingernails,
We are the leprosy locked up in each moment of time,
We are the living embodiment of total depravity.
If anything’s broken we probably broke it,
It’ll keep breaking down and it will never be fixed.
If anything’s twisted, it’s probably our influence,
We’ll tear at the flesh like sharks and poison the mind,
And we leave very little behind.