"ogreish" poems
sun-swords and their respective sun-warriors
hack away at the ogreish clouds.
among the towering daisies
flowering into their artful form,
we smile a little too deliberately.
the clocktower strikes thirteen.
before the day is through,
we will have faded.
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
Return late at night
34mph on the gangway
Decimated and tired
rotated and unstoppable
When I come back around the cul-de-sac
the green candle shines my return
Flag hangs big and ogreish
Waiting for something more
I replaced my turntable
Black and wood on wood desk
Grains matched unintentionally
On one speaker I placed my snowglobe
Big Ben tall and wide
Snow stirs when I play
On the other The Capitol
Big heavy white dome
Smaller and wider but still just as lost
Blizzard of turning particle
What mood do i turn to?
Daft and electronic
Queen of hearts and misery
Dance of mad villainy?
33.333333 repeating
An album cover to cover
slip safely in between
read the inherent vibrative tone
glide my eaten fingernail
And sing the songs through my teeth
33.33333 repeating
Songs forever maintained
Never compressed, just expressed
Saved into physical form
33.3333 repeating
Round and round Fibonacci of doom
Spiral totally in control
There is another side to this story I never knew
33.333 repeating
They were going to make movies on vinyl screens
with vinyl tape and vinyl face
Then we got cable
33.33 repeating
Mesmerized by the glide of the needle
softer than a lover's touch
sharper than an atomic clock
33.3 repeating
It will be time to flip sides
Soon I will know no evil
Only the darker satellite
33 repeating
I repeat:
Listen closely and find the spot
Queue it up and fall apart
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC