hostage
by c.james
yesterday's ink pumps icy through his veins
littered words sear a fevered mind
blinking slowly orange & green neon
caged bar signs, advertised distractions
sweating & hog-tied he breathes thickly
through the potato sack hood
nearing the last ascension to wholly
coalesce w/the dank basement room
combine cells w/lichen
senses buzzing, he focuses desperately
hoping to discern the tide of a battle which
rages intermittently beyond his stifling prison
isolating the delicate cadence of a pegasus' flight
it is easily negated by a whip-saw whine
signalling the killing dive of subsonic dragons
RAGNAROK!
thor's hammer smashing hollowed mountains
to bits of history--til these bits
are cleaned off & reassembled
altering forms but not function
making them sturdy for another tumble
floating in delirium, mythically confused
the final campaign for Camelot which
unknown to beasts & warriors is decayed
from within
they don't visit & ask him questions anymore
punctuating each invective w/bursts of brilliant pain
which later left him breathless, horny for more
tongues so soft, so callous
ruthlessly they withhold stimulation--fierce affections
maybe they are dead
it is the end & he is alone
in free fall toward the beginning
Beirut is a ravaged tomb
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-03-19 04:20:24
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