![]() Tesla's Coiled Girl~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleI’m a gonna stuff all my magik into this ladybug suitcase hitch a ride on an electrical impulse back to ‘43 to coil up with Tesla on his death bead rasp kiss his last gasp . . . . in the last breath where mysteries are born here is one, my poppets teleforce was never a manifestable theory teleforce exists only inside the destructive human species that’s what he says crunching dreams in an ice cube his metaphysical ramblings at the end of the cyclical dreamsickle where there’s a hard lesson somewhere we’ve yet to learn if ever or so he says smiling in a floating hotel suite body like an old book ashes to ashes dust in my ladybug suitcase Tesla’s coil snapping the divisions and the lightning is white and soft like butter my magik in my ladybug suitcase making flesh things on the ride home to underland
copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
888 Views
35 Reviews Shelved in 6 Libraries
Added on September 29, 2011Last Updated on September 30, 2011 Tags: poetry, tesla, humanity, metaphilosophy, mysteries, secrets, tesla's coil, selene skye Author![]() NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|