on the tracks in court house

i see nothing beyond the bend

(a bend that beckons-howls

                                 this is how it must end!)

by all means of life that's fine-

so long as the wooden plank of my seat doesn't give way

causing me to tumble into thickets, branches-serpentary vines

(as i lay there those reptilian vines to my life reply

                                  this must be friend, life-bend

       death-end i am!)

upon this remark i observe

that my companion pebble dances in a curve

like common cur

         chasing tail of his or her

then i hear the rattling of the track

(stuttering like globes of wine, squares of frames, their words

                                   do not fear, the end to end ends nears!)

so twist my seat to look back

and embrace the snake so lovingly

leave the world in sudden crack-

(though over-shadowed by brutish horn proclaiming

                                    papa satan papa satan, a fallen lover is born!)

 

          so soft no one knew to ever look back.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

Love the beat of your words! Definitely looking forward to reading more!

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~ i read "so long as the wooden plank of my seat doesn't give way" and my heart sank... and after that i had a really terrible sinking feeling... "papa satan papa satan, a fallen lover is born!" was almost eerie... and terrifying... but there's just so much music in this poem that it could well be a song... and since i'm listening to "tool" a lot... i can even hear it being performed... ~ death, ends, deadends... are excruciating... ~ it's sad when we don't look back... maybe we're in too much of a hurry to move on... (just my thoughts)...