Friday, October 23, 2015

Wire

With cloudfingers thrust
Through my hair,
I step out upon the wire--

Your candleflame smile
Waltzes just out of
Dancing reach of my
Idiot lips--

Drunk upon deadleaf ale,
My Dutch-courage
Sings with
A borrowed tongue:
The Assclown's Aria--

Softshoe shuffl'ing
Like a deranged firecat
Out upon
A frayed vein of night

I step recklessly upon the wire:
Behold me--
The Lord of The Lunatics

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*10.23.15

Friday, October 2, 2015

Broken Boys

Broken boys
singing
Their broken songs
of
silly 'coon-skin caps
and shitty witticisms
Broken boys
embarrassed
by
broken guitar strings
and forgotten lyrics
But
all cockscomb confidence
And
Downed powerlines...

Broken boys
singing
Their busted lovesongs
for exiled northern girls
whose kisses taste
of rum and dead autumn
leaves
Broken boys
in troubadour boots
and burning beards
tomb-robbing
the trash-treasures of
The holiest
wastrels...

Forgive them
Their trespasses
Tho' they give not a
Singing
Broken fuck
For those who
Trespass against them.
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*10.2.15