in between

seek lightning

in a darkened corridor

 

laugh myself sober

with sticky drunk women

whose names have all melted

into a lazily spinning Susan

 

scream with a scrum

of voltaic pigeons

trying to lull

the body hate

 

bob bloodied auras

to an

iron song of ancient black jaws

 

 trance like backwoods worshipers

dance like lost balloons

 

nimbly dodge the rushing dead

tactfully taste the moaning of satellites

wildly spin like prodigal planets

until

un-sacred night fades to commercial

noise

 

wings recharged

heads shrunken

puppet strings untangled

 

we fly into the static storm

like samurai dragons

 

another day slain

 

(there’s always a next battle to fear)

Reviews

[LJW]

Pass the pipe dear man we're gonna need some fortification.

dance like lost balloons. That's kinda like herding kittens. Futile.

Unsacred night fades to commercial noise. Indeed.

Warriors all are we.

Unique with 300-like (300 the epic movie) imagery.

[thomas the younger]

I'd like to see what you do if you set yourself to "modify your modifiers", per se--some adjective placements which involve commas, rather than the predictable plod: "the house, yellow" instead of "yellow house" or "heads shrunken". (Then again: perhaps you sought to Communicate Something with the standing structure. If so...what?)

[Ruth]

You always impress and startle with your metaphor...seriously so dear heart...I am blessed to read you every time..the metaphor here is as delicious as always!
xoxo

[SkinlessFrank]

It's been said before but your take on it reminds me to the core of how great it is to be alive and that we must not waste a moment. We readers of your work know that you live by those words.

[patricia]

oh...R.G.Johnson..its an honour to get a read request from you. Let me just tell you this before I review this one. I wrote out the write you did called 'Living Room' I know we shouldnt but its only for my own personal use. I was reading it the other morning very early on before I went to work and it just gets better every time. Brilliant.!!!

Now...back to this.
It is...very dark..very scarey...very exciting..very real. It feels kinda trance like as though it is whippping up as it goes along. It feels as though I shouldnt be enjoying reading it but i am anyway.. A liberating poem that leaves me with a guilty hangover. Love your work!

[Nobody.]

Thanks Trish D.! Your kind words made me smile!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I felt you needed to write this, which gives it great presence, well done, good read.

[.]

aint life grand! ...

nice job, R.G.

[eglantine]

That first stanza is awesome--great image/concept. I'd find a diff word than "sticky" in the second stanza. "samurai dragons" is lovely. "puppet strings untangled" is a bit cliche. I'd cut the last two lines--gives the poem too pretty of a tied-bow ending. Thanks for sharing.

[Ken Simm.]

Just the one word....... empathy.

[Robin]

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