Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Joseph Narusiewicz

Witches Moon



Drizzle like a 1984 vampire
in the ground Sid Vicious creeks
do you loath the conscience?
do you feel the Grand Inquisitor?
her bright mind like an oven
dreams outside the white light
voices like scars of a pentagram

Turn the camera on
in the body still but close to horns
salvage the love of a daughter
graze over the stones of terrorists
everyone walks like Judas
on the hill they dance like razor blades
they rip the souls of idolaters

Broad gates under the witches moon
 
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