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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:53 pm
The death of the Sun.
The sun is I,
Small sphere of sound and short lived flashy material,
Than it’s on to red faced bowling ball,
Hurled down the accordion lanes
There I am sitting up, in polite taught ropes,
With mother and step
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ he never called me his child, but he was a step up and
A helping hammer in times of nails caught in the skin,
So mom told me I had black holes for eyes,
And a cold core at the center of me,
And the hammer tried to pry the boards loose to let
Their new sun in.
I frantically set up shelves with empty spaces in space
Where my burnt earths could go or even new dawns should go,
If they gave me a Pi chance.
(But the other stars were no different, it seemed
Like all empty spaces, they were going dark,)
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 5:43 pm
Into the heartland
Its time, my son.
To forgo old boundaries,
And ports with little boats,
Set to sail away into blasted edges.
No more gray mold parking lots, where the sky goes on
Forever.
Its time to face up, and go down
to the middle.
You’ve been here before, with a torch and shovel,
Ready to dig up the remains of old friends, clinging to faulty lanterns
Who sold to them?
A monkey paw salesman wanting to shed old fur traps.
And stealing lonely folks flashbulbs,
No matter how many souls you collapse down into your rusty ribs,
You can’t get keep running into the next skin and bones,
for you’ll just come back to yours.
Go! Cut the time stalk in half.
Into the heartland,
Where the devils molehills surround you,
There are so many blood types to choose from, but only one
Greedy
Vampire
in all of us to put ink to the red.
My face is beating, (bleeding)
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