procreation

Clockwork Wizards
Everywhere
Wasting No-time
With-rhyme
Weaving music, Madjick
In laboratory of Bee’s
breeding
Flies  
Pregnant

Stripped To the bone  
Flayed with sound
& masks, Symbols
meanwhile
Funeral Tunes drown all

Wedding Whistles & bells
The organ pumps
Carnival excellence through smoke
Turns Dixie-land
Bayous
Ragtime
Charleston
Skull-shake Can-Can
Jazz jive &
All the frogs die
In ecstasy & go
To sulfurous Moon

Roaches skittle through the crumbs
Scavenging Hyenas pissing in the dust
Make the Highway  
To cast spells  
Hexes, on the unwary
Bleary
Travelers of the dawn

While on the other side of morning
Approaching fast . . .
Rats hungry for blood
Thousands
through the corn, 
running like the Wind . . . 




1 comment:

  1. Strange that I was at Friday night on the Plaza listening to jazz last night. Jazz in Wyoming is not exactly the preferred music in this neck of the woods. I love this poem!

    Blaze

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