Fragments

Neon flowers drawn on the papyrus at dawn

Sitting upon the wall

An autumn shall reveal the reverent seal

Vast echoes with a call

Queen of plastic runs to excruciating puns

All of the fun of the fall

Shadow in a basket dancing to a racket

Of moon and jive in the sun

Sacrosanct saints in a fountain of paints

All condemn the shun

Materialist and military June groove

Forge the empirical one

Socialist Satan fireballs and blood halls

Coin the richest game

Share a troupe of daydream screams

Poison the ritual dame

Born of scorn in the industrial corn

The circus continues to complain

Reviews

[Norman Tveit]

Man,that's a poem. I like the pacing and the text...rich in evocation, I can taste the words...