Crescento

cynical sickle moon

slices earthward

engraving lines that faulter

under the weight

of excessive acid waltzing

silver sickle moon

catches a ruby glint

from the crimson exchange

between the heavens and crust

as we immolate the foliage

for we bore of blue

inhaling billowing smoke

in a frenzy of laboured hedonistic breath

we marvel over the change of scenery

in proportion

to how much hand we had in it

though we are quick to brush away our finger and footprints

 

 

Reviews

[robin]

We if we are a corporate identity or mere parasite. How singularly pointed and vicious you slay the bent dragon draconian. Still it'll make some people go for a smoke break. I'll be in a sweat lodge shivering. Is Brett coming? Oh Sh...;-)

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

It flows. It's hip. It's jazz made out of words.

[Belinda Arcelay]

Great piece...I liked it

[THE BLACK SEAL]

it was pretty well done. good job

[Missi]

this is NEAT! you should consider creating a song from it...a "stream of conciousness song" such as strawberry fields forever or lucy in the sky with diamonds...if you're considering song writing...might wanna check out "the art of writing great lyrics" by pamela phillips oland...some songwriter books i wuld not recommend because they are so "limited" and geared only towards people who want to write "pop songs" for the "song police" -but pamela's book is more suited for those who like to write "outside the box"

[E. M. Murren]

I read a lot of Kerouac in your style. You reflect the brilliant anger he offered in the face of complacency. Fine work.