Clack!

Clack!

 

Outside rhythm trickles through cracks

Into the man of stone with the creamy core.

Through celestial planes where the phoenix soars;

Echoed in the scraps on the slaughterhouse floor!

 

Clack! Clack! Click! Quack! Yabba Dabba Doo!

Move to the hammers! Pushing on through!

Sing a little song with the sheep. Ba! Ba!

Float onto Heaven via Shangri La!

 

The doom prophets dance to the dropping bombs

Where the ground’s stripped naked to her natural roots,

And Satyr’s play to Jesus on their wooden pan flutes

While the freefall floaters shine their golden parachutes.

 

Nickle! Dime! Double-time! Raking in green!

Blend like the pixels on the big flat screen!

Ring a little bell ‘til the big dog drools!

Fix the ozone hole with your snap-on tools!

 

Peer through the keyhole at the four- horse race,

Thick stallion straightens up her epaulets.

The black dragon rises as the red sun sets,

And the man behind the counter starts taking bets.

 

Crop circle art for the alien hordes

Who heed the cattle call of the heathen Lord.

Sky falls! Locusts crawl! Grain turned dust!

Choking on the apple of greed and lust!

Author's Note

IDK WTF it means. But, I have been taught that anything this hard to understand must mean something important. So take heed! LMAO!

Reviews

[Esoteric Strand]

It's nice to read something like this after staggering through scads of s****y verse. Great diction and poetic technique as usual, and I love the rhyme selections you went with. It's fun to read aloud and it does have a sort of bluster like a quality Doom Metal track...and I mean that in a good way!

Regards,

E

[roarke]

lol. maybe you've said far more than you realize.... it's not as abstract as it sounds on first blush.

'course, I'm just one of the choir here, waitin' for my chance at the refrain.

me like.

[Elle B. T.]

When I read this, I see the chaos of our world and how we are like ants, scrambling around trying to fix things, know things, make things better... I see the things we can't know and the things we don't want to understand. There are the simple things that make our world unique and there are us as sheep. IDK WTF that means as well. I love this poem though, good work. Going in the favs.

[Kerry O'Connor]

This poem is more meaningful than most of the utterances of people who take themselves seriously. Passionate, plausible and rousing... just what is needed on a mind-blowingly boring Wednesday!
Thanks

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It was good! To me it came across as a rant against people following the crowd, living almost in the matrix and ignoring the reality of what's really happening. But that's just me :-P

[Nobody.]

I like it! Reminds me of Clutch lyrics. Good stuff bro! Cheers!