uncertaintyA Poem by Ephialtes Jones
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
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
no less striking
than gospel from a pig’s
fiery daffodils roll the sleeping hillside
heads explode without obvious cause
nothing is as certain as uncertainty
is hanged from a timeline
glad the b*****d’s dead
wonder if he ever lived
nothing can be proven
© 2012 Ephialtes Jones
Added on September 10, 2012
Last Updated on September 10, 2012
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