50 Tons

In the twisted hot lights of sunken funk

We dance like drunken Shaolin monks

 

Two jellyfish moving through the stiff herd

Dysfunctional beauty is melting glass

In a cathedral formed of thoughtful words

And a naked angel carved upon the mast

 

The bare truth shall set you aflame

 

Sexy Jedi mystery defilers

Knock a hole through treasure-pilers

 

Red Rover wags his great humanoid head

A thousand skyscrapers come hard to crash

Wagons stacked high with the happiest dead

Wild confetti storms of crimson and ash

 

Your deep roots shall give you a name

 

Allemande with Lady Liberty

Salamander crawl to be free

 

Down on your belly like broken plane

Your wingspan clipped down by the master-plan

You can go crazy, and still be quite sane

If you never show the cards in your hand

 

Your lies shall bury your dead hopes

 

Sweet little demon has her red dress on

Swing like a hammer from beyond

 

Tells me to focus on the current task

Bask in the darkness that outshines the sun

Sip a little freak-show from the hourglass

My unbreakable smile weighs almost fifty tons

 

Your evil ties shall noose your rope

Author's Note

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Reviews

[roarke]

par excellence

your imagery reminds me of the movie coming out, "Sucker Punch" only much better.

I'm still trying to figure out the relationship between your imagery and the characters that dwell within and without...

but then it wouldn't be interesting without the enigma. eh?
good stuff.

[Kerry O'Connor]

What is very strange, is the fact I have just written a poem featuring Lady Liberty... wires crossing in the poetic ether...

I love the play of sound in this poem, such a grand manipulation of word, and meaning within the rhymes. I'm with SK on the opening lines. They made me smile out loud.

[Nobody.]

yes. strange, but cool. I want the first two lines on a T-shirt.

much love.