Wednesday, May 23, 2012

There is nothing empty like

Out from the Demon Box
I paid the fee
not for the swinging doors
or doldrums this place
has seen

I paid them from my soul
for something greater
than how the words felt
when we spoke them
clouded with mirth and laughter
over raspberry tarts and lamb

in the ruins of a mind
cradling blue clad insurance agents
of the executive execution squad
(they pay fees daily to the citizens
afraid to raise a brow) biting
at our feet, spilling trends trends
gnarled trends
in the swell, the squall
out from my heart
what few cents I managed to hold onto
I placed at the foot of gods greater
than those we create

We took one swing and knocked
that door in--Kesey felt it
in Oregon heavens out of time--
and he kicked too.

1 comment:

  1. This read from small to big. Pennies for a god, then smashing a door.