den dog

den dog

 

night has fallen like a nuclear bomb

meaningless flashing red numbers on a clock radio

 

moonbeams bounce manic patterns onto my drunken hotel wall

blue spirits fold and whisper conscious dreams into being

lunar origami in the wake of sleepless black waves

celestial debris hung on short timelines from a judgmental ceiling

 

somewhere less haunted, a tender child is bathed

in a flood of stained glass wonder and drips careless faith

into the cynical eyes of cracked stone faces and diehard hopefuls

a warm baptism in a cold river of recycled souls

 

somewhere less broken, a family drinks secure hot chocolate

with floating marshmallows and licks 30 minute spurts of laughter

from a flatscreen television on which payments are made monthly

tribal shadows branded into the soul of this lone wolf

 

from this soft cave, red eyes glow fear that nothing is possible

and all of these miracles are plastic flowers popped from the sleeve

of marketing directors and religious conspirators

who plot the fall of honesty from tall buildings filled with Frankenstein  hopes

and shaped like Darth Vader’s head

 

I shed a noble tear to blur the lies

and fade into the white noise of a ghost-written history

unrecorded

Reviews

[OT]

how have I not read this one? you're too fast for us to keep up haha

have to concur with Kerry!! just made me smile! we can tell what's coming so it's just anticipated like!! brilliantly descriptive as always! it's like your own form "descriptive free verse" haha

[KAREN]

You can come up with great lines and titles and lines that make you laugh, catch your breath, and just to stop and think ever once in awhil

[Maurice]

Superb writing; your talent is amazing.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Amazing!

"from this soft cave, red eyes glow fear that nothing is possible
and all of these miracles are plastic flowers popped from the sleeve
of marketing directors and religious conspirators
who plot the fall of honesty from tall buildings filled with Frankenstein hopes
and shaped like Darth Vader’s head" This one stanza speaks so many thruths.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Why do your poems always make me smile - even before I read the first line...
Guess I just know how much I'm going to dig it!

And I do. Those opening lines are a stunner... This is a little different from some of your more recent pieces - but your theme of social disintegration remains true.