hacking at the Never Head

my crisis has a touch screen,

so that I can pick at the boils

of my beautiful illness

from across the mapped plague.

 

but, my childhood

won't sleep through this

 electric Christmas,

his wild eyes wander

the mischeivous lights.

 

Frankenstein sutures

revive firework remnants,

and the guillotine blade hangs

by the breath of a fly.

 

it’s a two-headed serpent

the Now end is wounded;

the Never head howls up

a victory yawp.

 

so, I race spinal stairs

to my mad laboratory;

beat Igor unconscious

and excise the fair rot.

 

I’d rather not explain

how this spirit main busted,

I’d rather not lick

that slaughterhouse floor.

 

let’s just pluck our dead soldiers

from the healthy young warlords,

and charge back into battle

like dreamless stone beasts.

 

no time to tongue flicker

or push candy buttons,

when the liars are plotting

and the lions stalk hard.

 

we’re all equally broken

and soaked in the madness.

a delicate balance;

all vulture. all mouse.  

Reviews

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

R.G. honestly to say good or even great isnt saying enough my friend you cut straight through the BS love the way ya pull no punches cheers and stay crazy

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This is real poetry of another level. Very tightly crafted yet meaningful at every stage.