Sunday, March 31, 2019
Song of Ramses II
I've never believed the hype,
the burning lies
like the sizzle of bloody beef,
side of greasy fries.
It's enough to turn you
into a pool of silvery-blue fluid
under the car
after gaskets bust
and the days pulverize you
into sub-human dust.
I've given it all, bargained,
begged, bled crimson. Now,
I want green - Conifer, Pine, Spruce,
meandering Absinthe tinted rivers,
forgetfulness
like Lethe.
Give it to those Greeks
for naming a river to Hell.
I've felt it in my heart,
known it in my mind,
but what say the Soul?
Mad-Hatted, holy, little hobo,
freakish clown of Coney Island Cloud Cuckoo Land.
Your Side Show Barker boss, this world,
will pimp you out until you're carried off,
laid out like a Tupac for all to see.
So...
Interrupt life,
Lady Soul,
roll your hips slow,
rock stars between your thighs,
the Milky Way floods with gooey juices,
your moans drone over midnight.
Glisten, Desert of Delight, dying lovers
sniff your perfumed Oasis,
hang their tongues to taste the air like lust-struck lions
waiting for the day
when black birds burn in sunset
and I turn cadaver
still hard in my coffin,
satisfied,
fulfilled,
a Pharaoh
borne on a solar bark
to the Valley
of the Kings
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