who’s in charge up there?

who’s in charge up there?

A Poem by Nobody.

who’s in charge up there?

 

signs are everywhere,

and I read them with infant eyes,

and above me, the sky gives birth

to a new star:

giggle = sparkle

tantrum = apocalypse,

and the public ear’s gone deaf;

a doomed universe of greedy hands

and hungry mouths

withdraws their agape

and arctic wind hangs from their dried, brown

 branches

like old hatred and new ice.

 

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disembodied whispers seep newspaper walls,

spasmodic lights squirm behind retinas,

buckshot wisdoms fly from double barreled

mouths that swarm in the stale air,

mysteries splayed out & blood crusted lips  &

grounded miracles & the scent of life

burning to ash & cryptic symbols in cereal bowls &

risen demons in my head & fallen angels on my shoulder

& me caked in wasted time.

 

dimensions are just walls

closing in

closing in

closing in on me.

 

and the cynical laughter that goes up

as a stony prayer

to let Them know

They’ve picked the wrong guy

to be a prophet.

© 2012 Nobody.


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All I know is Elvis left the building and there are no adults left in the room.....

I think upon a period of self-reflection, prophets pick themselves; and then it depends on what the definition of prophet is.

closing in.... I wonder if Magellon and Columbus and Lief Ericson had Google Earth and Youtube if they'd ever sail a boat. Would Hillary every have climbed Everest, would Stanely have ever found Livingston or just posted his GPS coordinates....

They say a rose, by any other name is still a rose... I guess we can now shove that one in the circular file.... digital or otherwise.

If there were any Maelstrom's worth braving, I'd have to choose your tantrums.

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Did you channel Bill Hicks today or what?

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J.M
Surreally beautiful - a cacophony of images woven together in a web as wonderful and complex as it is bizarre.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All I know is Elvis left the building and there are no adults left in the room.....

I think upon a period of self-reflection, prophets pick themselves; and then it depends on what the definition of prophet is.

closing in.... I wonder if Magellon and Columbus and Lief Ericson had Google Earth and Youtube if they'd ever sail a boat. Would Hillary every have climbed Everest, would Stanely have ever found Livingston or just posted his GPS coordinates....

They say a rose, by any other name is still a rose... I guess we can now shove that one in the circular file.... digital or otherwise.

If there were any Maelstrom's worth braving, I'd have to choose your tantrums.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
I'm pretty wordless today but popping by to give you an A haha (stick it on your fridge if you like ha) the first two stanzas are brilliantly surreal - and the last brings it back to earth with an ironic thump - good stuff!

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