Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Prophecy, Lobotomy


woke up war-torn
between a fence in a plantation
I grabbed the key 
and stitched your heart into my apocalypse
a quilted hypnotic theory 
under hypnogogic lights
I rested your design, your
dizzy head on mine

upon my breasts divine
a motion sickness kinda night
inbred anemic princess
trust   the embassy will get this
the dancing aliens spin
on a plane, a gypsy winter

heartless romantic
helpless disaster
she cries "suicide"
under slates of glass
her mind goes blank
plastered poster boy
I rested my hands

over bars of steel 
and flew like an airplane
through the clouds
of oblivion, so predictable
how I loved him.


Their atoms split moments into motion
between their dark hemispheres, oceans
and simple solutions were hard to come by
an echo receding from a realm
far away from the menagerie
between the spectrum, a secret rage held in
false electricity, a thought crime
of wars unwritten to a poet in sublime.

It was just too difficult to ease me in
to a macro-cosmic display; to rectify sin
with imagery alone; to testify against
their forbidden trajectory, again
the geometric nature of an allegory
a secret place; too late to those who
could not realize that this is a disorder
that could not be replaced.

We shouldered centuries of wasted-
patient orderlies supplying us devotees
for a pill shaped apocalypse
to smile and calcify poetic narrations
she was shaken as she woke from
yesterday's laughter and tomorrow's
slaughter; in their brave celebration

feeling betrayed by the miraculous
She saw them changing their shapeless
identities as they raged wars of innovation
from their properties an innate curiosity
enlightened and prescribed the infinite lie

This new existence that we had been
perceived to be was not what
she recalled when she woke them
from their ringing inceptions
their men, the callous warriors
those deviations- she saw someone else
between the bars; her happiness
was like the dance of an incredible star.
because to her there is something more
she had stopped the world before

I am spiraling down cast out
of this power, that willful indifference
could not shield you from inherit
weakness in the face of your interference
why do I hold the key of
a master who turned me inside out
to her through his tortured reality
If they only knew, the curse that she woke
them; I called her destiny

You don't know how far I fell
to bring you hours; I won't kiss and tell
I won't rescue you, trinity
unlock those bloodless chains
with my imagination so free
words over the heads of a population
a colorful pin wheel, a morning bell
an unheard canon warnings of hell
he's folding a paper plane into the sky
sailing across that universal horizon
illustrative of an immaterial heir
were strategies for the doctor

to sedate you with theories of truth
poisoning us in our sleep
not to realize your foreign dreams
behind a veil, that it was real
the future is opened, is widening for you
it is as nocturnal as the lovers
as real as the one day you believed
that the wall was one and all
we were machines forward marching
we were created to fight
but had forgotten what for.

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