call sign improvisations
set prophecies in motion
to dazzle and amaze
fireworks light up the sky,
will likely torch the bluff
when sparks hit too close to home
are vibrant waxworks
waxworks still the same?
doubt your beliefs most cherished
and upheld institutions
-see if they betray
and don't get caught up
on the temperature at which
I melt into you and you
melt into me
carve relief onto our faces
maybe someone can put this fire out
I am under so many spells
your fauna and flora
when one breaks
another takes its place
variegated after all
I was called an astronaut for
dreaming different dreams
not so politic
I put all my faith in recitations I heard
on record day
you pick such odd phobias to imbibe
and can't keep up with key changes
still I shake myself awake
and pray you break down my door
with your breathy voice,
your hope and hopelessness
promissory notes
evaporate before our eyes
televisions flash blue
and the papers contradict so readily
held on so called authority
but I don't feel assured
parachutes drown beneath the sea
with options on our tongue
scenesters grow tired eventually
you always loved love more than love
watch the signal slowly die
scrape magnetophones
out of arising need
we wake in the morning to find
that every day's been consigned
before it begins
I think they watered down my gasoline
and charged more for it
so count your bruises
and go light the fuse box
if that's what you want to do
but trip and miss your cue
curse assonance in your head
YOU ARE READING
black heart valentine coal collective
Poetrymy third poetry series. experiments more with visual aspect of poetry. themes seem to be a sort of updated projection of cold war anxiety in the context of relationships and our collective struggle of hope and hopelessness. given the current politic...
