the NoisemakerA Poem by Nobody.that steel relic train was a visionary bullet discharged from God’s semi-automatic tattoo gun. that greasy iron slug burrowed its body into the poisoned apple heart of an orphaned humanity. from the gritty astral cavity of Sunshine box car emerged the Noisemaker. he unbuckled his scarred case and a universe of life and emotion rolled out like a creeping drunken wave. then, he unzipped his lion-maned head, and inverted scripture wildfired down an undead turnpike. riddles bloomed red and withered cobalt blue, and rooted in the earth through the holes in his exhausted soles. glorious starry vines strangled hemlock hypocrisies and beheaded venus fly trap political rhetoric. planets yo-yoed to the simple savage symphony. time and space were lyrics and tune. zombie-saints danced with a livewire satellite strum. then the sacred ink dried, the sun winked its golden eye and that tired train rolled off with feline nonchalance.. the song soaked all lives it touched. also drowned a few rats. then, the song, too, found gnarly slumber in Southeast Asian jungles, a deserted desert Eden, on the bloody racial weirs of Darfur and on the brittle pale steps of Congress and Parliament . honest spare change evaporated in a cracked human hand. the Same stood (and still stands) mighty in the Noisemaker’s wake. but somewhere, on a dusty face, a tear turns to mud, and a newborn melody pours from the lips of youth. Fate, dressed in her clingy blue uniform, promises, “the train will be back around shortly.” © 2010 Nobody.Reviews
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