ARJUNA AND KRISHNA TALK IT OVERA Poem by kublakhan2708 22 13
In the soft district that divides
ribcage and waist his audacious arrows straddled like a lover's sandpaper quintet of fanned-out fingertips He rode shotgun with a time-knighted disc jockey unleashing flute-driven beats in a call to invert the pairings-off of passerbys on the verge of merging dance and confrontation (Who would not want to hang with a deejay being master welders of the senses as they are?) It was no solace to the soldier who resented touch and beatified it just the same as the only guarantee of interaction The destination of the pair bottomed out beneath the incoming decibels of the blood-drunk congregation up the road Confidence eroded (or evolved?) to conscientiousness and his once-trusty aarows stamped an attitude of itch on the reassuring promise of a frontal lambaste No longer was he sure this was his kind of music Can you play something softer he inquired gingerly of his most influential company You don't cut a rug with a waltz was the influential company's incredulous reply I don't wake as others do An authentic messenger of beats never fails to unlatch eye contact with his flock of buzzing frolic Soldiers uncork rival innards and appeal to his still-solid rivals to collect the bloody shells of fallen brothers in arms for a dignified burial Hey that's no way to say goodbye in my philosophy nor is it any way to wake You signed up for liberation and you liberate the guts and I celebrate the loss It was the soldier's turn for incredulity You fancy this a party? Look at all these drunken sheep with livers lubricated by the film of confrontation Heaven help the ones who brought weapons or should heaven help the ones without? Heaven will applaud them all said the mirrorball minstrel in a sanguine oath of casualty polishing a plate for the vinyl party laying on his favourite flute-and-drum remix Get a load of these inebriated blood fiends Some will fight and some will faint and some will scar themselves with a lover's taint but they all will fall and wake in the name of merriment A slaughter you yourself enshawled in party invitations is a party whether you defined it in reverse internally or not Some will eat and drink and will be merry and tomorrow morning some (having danced away the notion of a night) will die but those who do will win heaven while the solid ones who mourn shall live the dream of heaven making that inevitable pilgrimage all the merrier A real pity they won't wake as I do A bummer actually A techno-flavoured jazz fusion mix of synthesized woodwinds and tribal beats synchronized the soldier's ears with inherited charisma Turning to his hip companion he unsheathed his bow eyed the shine of his unblunted triangles on the black circle and declared instinctively Speed the b*****d up © 2013 kublakhan27Author's Note
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