uncertainty

quick!

hide your laughter!

 

spirit police scale the walls of faux Zen

to fondle golden shards

to bleed doubt on pure relics

 

bones and songs scatter

the burning prairie of dreams

(scars?)

nobody dances naked in this light

imperfections burn like midnight bonfires

laughter dismembers the cinders of hope

 

still, we roar

we waltz shin-deep

in the metaphysical gumbo

 

mother glances up through the weirs,

father’s ash shift on the waves

(ghosts?)

only memories,

yet,

no less striking

than gospel from a pig’s

mucky mouth

 

fiery daffodils roll the sleeping hillside

heads explode without obvious cause

nothing is as certain as uncertainty

 

imposter knowledge

is hanged from a timeline

 

glad the b*****d’s dead

 

wonder if he ever lived

 

nothing can be proven

either way

Reviews

[Emily Burns]

your voice is golden, maybe this is a siren song