blinded by startling light,
can one really
see?
mild visions sitting in the dark corners
of shame
strong options flying about
in wild abandon
demanding resentful attention
no epiphany on the steep edge of nerves
just constant and silent grating
escalating the fatalistic complexion
of old wounds
seeping through the rotten bandage
of sickening pretense
rank blood-clots scream such fine expletives
your curling toes may not cope with
which one is chosen..?
dual visions
of life and death
opponents on the same board
no coercion in choice
neither works solo
third option hides
beneath the burning scales of judgment
live through life and death
cut through the slices
of pain
even serrated wedges are better managed
than large edifices
yes, far better to
CRE8 options
than swallow the superb crap that Life shoves
just, who in hell said:
there's only one way...
visions can be
overturned*
S T, 9 July 2013
now, see here: have a jolly time, man.
irony: how we fear options, even when they gloriously exist!
sun-entry: "light of the moon"
live
by the light of the moon
afore ye know it:
without any ceremony
you'll just nod off
for good
then, nicely
they'll try to wash the death-stink off you
and carry you off ...
roll you in some rosed-up rags and
maybe cover you in some splinters of wood
dump you in some deep hole
where they'll scatter some sad words
over your sorry carcass
saline petals, maybe
and think of you
once a year
hence:
to live FULLY by the light
of
the moon..
gotta be
worth living for
(fear not that
that moon will shine
on that patch of ground
anyway :)