Saturday, March 20, 2010

Pink Twilight

Pink Twilight

they come to you and they devour themselves
we sense freedom so out come the rocks a' bashing
slap them on the forehead and make 'em bleed
you've caught a whiff of the cosmic beat
stuck on the air like syrup and sex

the shrine of time is a twin layered thing

a fuzzy pink twilight grows on the atmosphere
fibers of mellowed glass sprout in the lung
you've been breathing us in deep for so long

you've walked into the ancient age now
I know
for I can hear you crying gently
don't grow too bright
the lightning of your symbol hurts my eyes

S. Sparling

the hymns of midnight

shake rattle and roar
some lions have feasted on the moon
all that silver blood drips onto earth
pools collectively over new york
hong kong and berlin
its snaking berth is a twisting limb
naked lady arms that pet the cement
and snatch at the ankles of children
to suck them in and *slurp*
never let us hear from them again
is this the new drug?
that some bearded prophet
of plaided and argyll worth
spun out of old stories
that until recently
held no meaning
it comes coarsely
sticks in the throat
but eventually
we'll have to swallow
for I too did see
those lions feast
on the moon

S. Sparling

dissolving the night

I witnessed a rainbow lacerate a black light
the light was an eternity that gave no soul
only asked for everything in return
the rainbow ate and it ate and it ate
and finally when the rains came
it bolstered and grew so fat
that it blotted out the sky
and the black light grew around us
as a halo of enervation
muscles could not hold the bow
and its mighty colours ran
gripped our feet
pulled us down into the sewer
where the alligators roam free
they wore alien headdresses
they listened to goth rock

S. Sparling

the shadow vixens

the radiating night has a chorus of power
my glass-blown storm of satin and silk
you slather me in frothy milk-white love
its eating out my quivering core
the shadow vixens have come at last

so where is the acid that ate my skin
where are the dark lords that ride?
you've got thoughts (oh so many)
they've got feelings of their own
but its all lightning death
some power that rips
a vacuum in the sky

do you hear that sound?
its thunder on the horizon
do you know it?
its coming to kill you

S. Sparling

swaddled in fire

very soon the treachery of the cloth will be revealed
this purple and gold have pock marked the face of god
somewhere a crimson cross has bled across a white tabard
the jesuits contain knowledge that their masters dam up
in the sepulcher that is a chalk bright city

where are the bones of a fallen idol?
we have smashed them all to smithereens
where are the nights of hidden splendor?
we have swallowed them in covetous wine

your naked body is burning here on the altar
there is a serpent coiling like a spring within your flesh
when the mechanism releases there will be blood
upon this marbled floor
that reflects a golden vizier
that catches up the torch light

they brought you here wrapped in linens
now I have swaddled you in fire

S. Sparling

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