The opiate was filtered into a nook and Crucified

The opiate was filtered into a nook         and Crucified

So that The Vapid could swarm out (ashes) in flocks of winged blowfly

and analyze the small globe of Eden’s apple

using arachnid-eyes and a black resolve;

My ars de poetica.

 

Klotho, (sometimes a basement w***e, strapped to the ceiling fan)

Absolved to milk dreams for Artifex, and spin them like a dradle

That It would slick past Lakhesis with a verse

And force the spider’s final-staged guillotine

              With an art of destruction.

 

 

‘Twas long since though, that the world gave up the old ways

And bent a little lower to an alter (prostitution of prostration)

And instituted the largest slave trade

That became the serpent who sickened secularization

And God searched for man; intellectual abandon, ‘you are special’, relaxed.

 

And so The Vapid took up their spears

And marched through heaven without fear.

 

But the saved were deaf

But the Seraphs were blind

But the saints were mute

But God was dead.

But God was dead.

 

Artifex understood the incomprehension

                       And so

                                  Let The Vapid roll off

Like the little ink blots they are

                                  In his ars de poetica,

reconstructed to trumpet of crumpets

On Sunday afternoons that church bells blare through anyway:

The death toll

                                   is water.

We drink no more planet.

                                  Thirst is quenched in the absolve

Of everything that shall undo him

                                  Into the glistening ruby,

No garish game on doom-struck face,

Facet-artifex to suicide

 

As the masses make ease in musical bogs of hymns and flees

And the piece is interpreted:

Worthless.

Tuum ars de lectio.

 

Author's Note

"My ars de poetica" is Latin for "My art of poetry".
"Artifex" is Latin for "Artist".
"Tuum ars de lection" is Latin for "Your art of reading".

Reviews

[Lawrence Parlier]

I completely understand the sentiment. I like the boldness of putting it out there,too. I'm not completely sure about the use of the Latin. It does let the average reader off of the hook without a translation at the end.
Is that contempt seeping through the cracks? Or am I letting my own feelings filter through? Either way, it shows a very complex understanding on your part. And the implications of the theme, if pondered long, can drive one mad.
It is the will to question the status quo and shove its inadequacies in the mirror that makes an artist great. Most don't dare rock the boat. Excellent job!

[R J Askew]

I am reading through all the people I know here and you are one of the very best because your lines are strong, confident, idiosyncratic and outside the mean (very) average (very). And yes, I am your friend because I respect and admire your poetic energy. I can also hear this being read by you.

[recantichize]

your style is so lovely and unique. the thoughts you introduce are universal yet so personal. thank you.