. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Sunday, October 15, 2017

So That I Can Be Prepared


Have you come to wreck my marriage?!
Sarah sleeps restlessly and weeps constantly
at the back of the palace,
Allen spends his evenings painting the dull colors
of the aurora borealis,
birth daughter of Mother the Moon
and Sun the Dragon,
the sad ballad of Atlas holding the world on his shoulders
but more impressively holding in his madness,
slip the golden band from my phalanx,
if I seem out of practice it is because
the planet is out of balance,
you've a talent for destruction
as powerful as a volcanic eruption,
and our vows were always full of corruption from the beginning,

weren't they?

tell me what they'll say,
about how the good always get led astray,
so that I can be prepared for my fall from grace.

TA - 2014
 

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