Thursday, February 5, 2009

Poetic Interlude #1 (Refurbishing Bad Internet Poetry) The Meteor Woman

Bubbling pits and a rod of gold,
nearby the crater's lovely ring.
Beams slash into my sun disk...
Till he came,
I had found no Star Prince
who tore that Star Sea
with broken glass hitched so low...

Crows crash their night-slit sickle wings at the Meteor Woman.



Swift darts leaping, whirling,
a crater-lake of gold in the bubbling mountains
where I ran and tried to steal my head,
but two thousand dollars blew by
edged in fatally amused wandering...
I quit in painful vacancy
and sat in a basement cell
among deserted stones.

Foxes creep belly-back over thorns to the Meteor Woman.



A Baboon in a silk suit,
he bruised his daughter
and kept her in a Tower.
Wrestling with fur capes, grapes and apples,
they bowed and asked him to preside
over winter rain,
humming songs for his troops.
He saved his job, bought a computer,
clubbed till his old friends died
and time ate his ears...

Angels scatter pain-crushed ashes for the Meteor Woman.



She was the Monkey
in a square-necked gown
that wiggled with her waist
like a second soul...
So I hiked back to Mexico
watching flapping Gulls collect
their white wishes
but within the House
the herbs of memory burn down to dregs
in blighted bowls of obsidian smoke...

The Tigress paints her slant-striped skin for the Meteor Woman.



The axe against suburban windows
crashes in sparkling bones,
and broken wolves face death
in the white halls of weary snow...
I heard his shout die
in the City of Towers
while the hands of mermaids fluttered
flashing a vision born deep in her sun-lit stream,
hiding her heart from the darkness of demons
taking wing forever...

Stars glimmer-give their ancient tears to the Meteor Woman.



I glide, tuning my radio over steep hills,
long echoes whipping the stars
in silent rage.
in a flash of feathers that blinds,
I weave my golden mask
with eyes of shooting flames.
Nacreous hope blisters,
jewels remembering their lost light.
spending stories like water the road lifts,
a roaring mouth eating my embers...

I give my eternal scarlet-engine scream to the Meteor Woman.

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