by Colin Newman
Bright white caskets, exhumed from paper graves
released from the hands of winged angles
set free to fly through the shimmering firmament
or sink to a loathsome decomposition
in the minds and hearts that refuse to listen
mighty swords dripping with inky drops of blue and black blood
stabbing the souls of each and every flimsy chariot
fingers dancing and tracing over tabletop plateaus
faster and faster they move, rhythmic and haphazard
feverish ideas spewed out from every orifice
vomited in orgasmic renunciation of society
and whorish grins, perverted eyes leering in self affirming
judgement
Jumping from roof tops, arms outstretched in passionate embrace
fully exposed to the twisting and turning of each breath
vulnerable to be eviscerated and tossed aside
freedom through the eventual splatter of being noticed and acknowledged
God-like admiration in the eternal copulation of memory and emotions
Forever changing lives and souls and exaltation and damnation.
