the farewell of the magical-masque
the dance of the whirlwind
the twist in valediction
a pantomime of comedy dripping in life’s heat, its tragedy blooms forlorn
silently the mountain-ranges stare
the sky-face won’t relent and contemplates the open-disease in homes*
1.
disguised as simple relief – rescue lies cooing in the palm
crumbling in blue-ash beside your grinding-palate
you reach for pen and paper to appease an entity unknown
shrouded in grey, no scavenger can touch the head of one
who carries blessings in the scabbard – the present worthy of now
stairs are slippery, fish are mouthing, anger grows
symbols hop along outrageous, so stylised and signs come in decisive
all at once, almost
there is some purchase in the widening-valley
when climbing-feet need to rest on your narrow angular-will
and wait.. (before them chips rain down)
until the merry-turnstile comes in view
2.
the worm-wheel goes blank a while
and out tunes a dastard-and-devilish prank, courtesy of blunted-fate
sacred-fillies get hacked at by small silver things and they lie slaughtered on stark-plains
and the orb dips in reverse this time
a sooty-traveller from the western-flank
glances out at massive-figures at supine-rest
gets startled by the rude ***-fire
eyes slit and pates distort in hostile-fever
at the starling-ingénue in mock-fatigues and fake-epaulettes
but cheering up with wry-humour makes your feet
a touch too slow to react in time
and the halberd comes crashing down
well, the last thought you hold before your next one
is how utterly beautiful she looked at the station
long, black hair – silky-shining in your eyes and gay-dancing in the wind
when she passed you all her sweet-love from eyes so wet and smile so quiet
and selected dried-fruit in redolent-parcel
a sealed pelt-skin of unmixed-whiskey
along with fresh-baked raisin-bread in cotton-cloth
coarse-sliced and buttered so generous
and
a semi-rusted dry-tin rattling its bounty of macaroons through that smudgy, ***** window
what sweet-victuals to keep alive . . .
man, that journey is a long one!
(I’M STANDING HERE oh, you just know I am here
AND YES -- I’M WATCHING YOU
and no use looking round now..
YOU CANNOT SEE NOR HEAR ME
or begging a purty-release
oh easy, boy.. EASY!!)
3.
once more, the worm wriggles in microbial-distaste
and the season’s wheel comes dangerously close to being undone
IT DOES
and seconds later, cogs fly hard in every fool’s direction
and luckily.. you catch some in your face.. mouth agape
crushing your tongue
splintering all your dental-treasure
smashing half your reason
no time for moaning.. or eroded-regret.. or even to feel your lips in ribbons
for, when they turn their backs, you will know
what to do..
because you’ve picked some pearls the hard-way..
that atonement could well appear in spells
of any shape
or size
not so?
S T, 30 dec 2013
beautiful in the mountains.. Jupiter enjoys the odd (but needed) breeze along with sweetness of Nature’s sounds :)
sub-entry: ten times
you get ten times to refract your pain
mind your head now
the ceiling’s low
the parchment’s dry
and then some..
wait a little while.. it all comes round :)
