The Eternal Alchemy

we practice the eternal alchemy:
                 to turn s**t into gold
and we are so close.... the taste has been purified from our morning-time mouths
                  white teeth bared
                  in courtesy, decay-proof
we have pounded sand
                   and come up finally
                                 with diamonds.

Now in our crystalline transparent realm
                  the stains are so pronounced
        we can no longer smoke, let alone breathe
             in our glass houses
                                 lest our clear environs
                                 give way to a dull greenish amber
                        prehistoric bugs caught in the walls haunt us
                 they are the revenants of our original sin:
                   that of waking up slimy into existence
                                    spouting an unnerving cacophony
'                           requiring our asses washed
                    by elders who would sooner leave us in refuse bins
             if the dictates of survival had not whittled us down from larvae
                             into cuteness incarnate
                                     A fetish to guard and to grow

we have turned s**t into gold
       but we haven't yet been able to s**t gold
It's our lives we spent at the alchemy factory             processing the s**t
                                       material and sensual
   Only able to admire our fort-knoxes
                               until our standards rise
                           and they climb rapidly, hyperbolically
                    and form a circle outside our margins
              as we fight centifugal force induced amnesia.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

Such a way to give the brain chemistry back...this is so good up until the end when i realize Newton would be proud holding the apple that hit his head, now with a huge bite mark on the edge....the gravity of your words is better left unsaid but felt heavy in my little world orbiting such a performance I now have no idea how to express how good this really is...good stuff..

[Kerry O'Connor]

Many layered, thoughts communicated with explicit candour, an attack on hubris...What's not to like?

[.]

raw edged piece shouting the metaphorical message loud and clear..beautiful excuted for maximum effect..

[Alicante lullaby]

i simply loved it,Brett...
someone just said we have gone to moon but wecould make our home worthliving...
sarcasm is bitter,the cacophony,a haunting deafening one...i love how you have combined the larva,amnesia termonology with s**t and gold...
this write is gold,you are an alchemist.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

brilliant sociopoliticalevolutionary poetic commentary~ metaphorical candy shop for surreal bends of my mind where beauty is decay and decay binds beauty~