Monday, March 18, 2013

PIPE DREAM / BIG BANG THEORY / ARCHITECTURAL


Teri Louise Kelly

 

 

PIPE DREAM

opium dolls

dancing

bones aching

blind cold

dream night,

shaman’s hand

on mine,

look of fear

thrill of the unknown . . .

taste of blood,

perfume of decomposition,

not a cloud in sight

just a room

with a view

& no way out.

 

 

BIG BANG THEORY

i broke myself down
into derivatives
traded those
pieces of me
on the ink market
to anyone with a broken heart
& a dusty bookcase.

 

you came unarmed

into the harlots den
born like that,

bought the ticket,

turned down

the ride,
got stolen from from the
past
written into

the future.

 uture,
in our own documentary;

ARCHITECTURAL

Those tenements of love we erected,

from bricks of lust & want,

crumbled in the tempest,

turning slowly to slums,

where bare-footed dwellers

& beggars, traded piety

for ammunition.

sit and watch the fall,

through vacant eyes;

staring down wasteland promises

& shopping cart truths

Pushed by promiscuous cunts

& vagabond slags.

We shed our clothes & our skin,

scoured rubble for clues,

until our bones bled;

builders we were,

Shakespearean sots,

architects of our own demise.

 

 

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