lazarus
Blue Crack Supplier
me in a minor key...thanks Ray Bradbury...
SOMETHING WICKER
unwax the obstructed ear,
hear the crackle of cabriolet
whipsnaps and hooftaps;
the drunk exhalations of carnival organ
a prayer piano for the pressured temples
of the godhead aches;
rope-tricked snakes
and firekiss takes
the breath of the world
then sighs away,
ashes on the lashes
of pretty-row maids
always in place the funhouse filter;
every face a hall of mirrors
reflecting the ripple of nature's nipple,
elongating lattitude's limbs;
every choice a ball-tossing,
gun-squirting game,
dead eyes on each stuffed prize;
no weight in the guessing
or fortune confessing,
but a pre-dawn caravan exodus,
backroad bound for a turnoff town
to hang up the tinseled bones
and roll out the tumbleweed souls.
laz
SOMETHING WICKER
unwax the obstructed ear,
hear the crackle of cabriolet
whipsnaps and hooftaps;
the drunk exhalations of carnival organ
a prayer piano for the pressured temples
of the godhead aches;
rope-tricked snakes
and firekiss takes
the breath of the world
then sighs away,
ashes on the lashes
of pretty-row maids
always in place the funhouse filter;
every face a hall of mirrors
reflecting the ripple of nature's nipple,
elongating lattitude's limbs;
every choice a ball-tossing,
gun-squirting game,
dead eyes on each stuffed prize;
no weight in the guessing
or fortune confessing,
but a pre-dawn caravan exodus,
backroad bound for a turnoff town
to hang up the tinseled bones
and roll out the tumbleweed souls.
laz
