Magnets Open All the Same IV
Voodoo Universe
I manage time but still loose heart,
my brain vertigo hemorrhage of
gravitons and gluons.
Hands whirl on a silver circle
on the office wall,
timing the heart beats until Golgotha.
I smell the stench of veneer and
hide in the cave of your empty republic mentioned sunken city.
Yet I cannot stop the goose skin
death ticking of apollo’s paycheck.
Time itself is measured in sticky
melted wax drawn on a wall with a smelly grin.
Yet, I always will wonder if your
music will stop breaking tone and find the pitch to sit on my wallowed
mellowed soul.
posted: 06 March 16
under: Poetry