Post by Pseudomuse on Jan 5, 2005 14:37:28 GMT -8
this was the first poem i posted here, i am posting it again to see if i can get some new commentary on it. thanx a bunch. ~Pseudomuse
Euphoria
scarlet dark as the night
red sky at morning
hell’s delight
the purging of innocence
calls the left hand of God
the reining impertinence grabs The Joker off his leash
to tumble in silence down through the looking glass
where the walrus and the carpenter trade secrets on my phone
while the scarlet dark shifts to red sky at morn
scarlet dark as her
flitting in and out of impervious lives
switching handmaiden’s under their hara-kiri guise
the kings has lost his ruby crown and raped the purity of his golden throne in thought
to find the pleasures lost in the raging scarlet tide
the prostitute is handing out flyers scathing the path to righteousness
and the vampires are invading the murk
scarlet dark as mourning
blood the color of a crimson petal
floating through perfect serenity, only to be
ravished by swords of grass.
the mirror’s glass cracks at the reflection of scarlet red
on his mouth, dripping to her tongue
with perverse notions of depravity, soaring him even higher in her ecstatic state
scarlet dark as me
plunging into obscurity
racing the tick-tock
racing the white rabbit down the hole
chasing Alice all the way
the Mad Hatter sings of echoic challenges
breathing hot on my neck
the Cheshire Cat stops me on my way
reminding me of our lunacy and his own
scarlet dark as him
who fingers the wounds upon his own flesh
digging deeper into gossamer dressings as scarlet rips of skin
penetrate his body with infidels as the queen of diamonds spits on scarlet bludgeoned lips
while wicked answers are barked from abrasive throats
and agile thoughts course electric through his scarlette groin
scarlet dark as
weeping scarlet tears
and scarlet dark caverns willing prisoners in oblivion
on its search for
euphoria
Euphoria
scarlet dark as the night
red sky at morning
hell’s delight
the purging of innocence
calls the left hand of God
the reining impertinence grabs The Joker off his leash
to tumble in silence down through the looking glass
where the walrus and the carpenter trade secrets on my phone
while the scarlet dark shifts to red sky at morn
scarlet dark as her
flitting in and out of impervious lives
switching handmaiden’s under their hara-kiri guise
the kings has lost his ruby crown and raped the purity of his golden throne in thought
to find the pleasures lost in the raging scarlet tide
the prostitute is handing out flyers scathing the path to righteousness
and the vampires are invading the murk
scarlet dark as mourning
blood the color of a crimson petal
floating through perfect serenity, only to be
ravished by swords of grass.
the mirror’s glass cracks at the reflection of scarlet red
on his mouth, dripping to her tongue
with perverse notions of depravity, soaring him even higher in her ecstatic state
scarlet dark as me
plunging into obscurity
racing the tick-tock
racing the white rabbit down the hole
chasing Alice all the way
the Mad Hatter sings of echoic challenges
breathing hot on my neck
the Cheshire Cat stops me on my way
reminding me of our lunacy and his own
scarlet dark as him
who fingers the wounds upon his own flesh
digging deeper into gossamer dressings as scarlet rips of skin
penetrate his body with infidels as the queen of diamonds spits on scarlet bludgeoned lips
while wicked answers are barked from abrasive throats
and agile thoughts course electric through his scarlette groin
scarlet dark as
weeping scarlet tears
and scarlet dark caverns willing prisoners in oblivion
on its search for
euphoria
