cryptic whispers of things to come

cryptic whispers of things to come

 

maroon midnight grin slowly slides across

the southern peninsula of your sovereign face

 

a warm flashflood of sexual tension crests;

just the highrises of my soul’s skyline peep out

like shy tombstones

 

stars wink and giggle in reply

 

on the gritty television screen,

skeletal weatherman dances to destruction

of blue music churning in your hurricane eyes

 

forecast:

mostly angry with a slight chance of localized

mad lust rolling in on the evening murder wind

 

mixture of destruction and copulation sounds like an eternal lullaby

my alarmist red ears can digest

 

beyond the natural disasters,

someone has written “madness” across the sunrise

in a cloud-grey spray pain font;

a vicious urban omen

 

tonight, cops will be rabid dogs scavenging

shadow pools for injured prey,

but we'll be gone by then  

 

the babies lack of laughter is a sure sign

that the whiskey prophecies of a debauched weekend

will come to pass

 

yes, Love,

tonight,

 we’ll burn like Salem witches

tied to our mistakes,

and sing like triumphant eagles

finally freed from cages of nervous laughter

and oxidized convention

 

let the earth shrink to a cracked

snow-globe of wasteland ruin

 

put on your grandmother's antique wings

and green sequined ball gown

 

tonight,

we inherit the sky

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beautifully dark and disturbing. A love letter from the Crypt Keeper to the Corpse Bride.

[MuSe Ampoule]

My sky fell yesterday and all I got from it was splinters. Excellent piece!
"beyond the natural disasters,
someone has written “madness” across the sunrise
in a cloud-grey spray pain font;
a vicious urban omen" ~Nice!

[Robin]

the Stars do that ..

[Brad]

a really well written existential peice