And double-doors leading.
Trophies in cases,
And double-doors leading.
Double-locked binds,
And found signs on the margin
Bound by a societal lick,
And an absolute belief
In the entity of consumption.
Strangely shaped warriors,
Mis-figured habits,
And fumbled hands tumbling
Over wooden fences
Of South Western ranches.
Easily,
Because of dust in the desert,
Allies and tumble-weeds
Rack the nerves
Of a blue-tailed lizard.
I broke words,
And switched letters.
I confused you,
And made sense to other folks.
They lined your subconscious
Like Ester eggs in an egg carton.
They hatched Eastern religions
Like squash bugs on zucchini.
More like baked ziti, though,
And the up-side-down crucifixion
Of the worthy St. Peter.
There is no betrayal on the left hand,
Especially when it shakes the right.
Especially when it shakes the right,
And lone bass guitars
Scathe the walls
Of a cavernous night-time canyon.
There is no betrayal
On left-hand thumbs,
In people who aren't numb,
And other marginalized bums.
There is none
Where none is.
And there is, no more,
A house that is haunted.
Yea! Even the haunt
Was abandoned,
And all that's left now
Is the ghost of a ghost
Who used to wail
And gnash her teeth
Through layers
Of bedroom cloth
And wedding vales.
Dresses hanging like
Trophies in cases
And double-doors leading...
Like trophies in cases
And double-doors leading
Past double-binds,
And soulless entities of mass production,
Munching on flesh,
And twentieth century
Reprocessed, and refined repast.
And, oh, the soul
Of her abandoned city!
The prince of trade,
And economic foul-play.
Where lost spirits
Twist like spiritual hurricanes,
And post-apocalyptic eddies...
Oh, their destroyed properties!
Their stake in the vision.
Their contribution
To a vampiric evolution.
Their lost genes of double-helix retribution.
All boiled down
To toxic geysers
Spewing Mother Earth's tears
On the remaining frame
Of another high-riser,
Rusting by a proud but battered fire hydrant,
Rusting by the cracks
In the pavement
Of a street who's signs no longer show.
---eVan, August 2010
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