Saturday, December 7, 2013

Poem: Cassandra Reflects

Published first in that awesome, lithe zine, Viral Cat.

Enjoy,

Owl

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Cassandra Reflects

the clock told puppets to rush,
fed their sins of competitive fever,
to breed that same old gimmick--

pangs of t-rex and cat--

only more morbid, faster,
horoscopes of sacrifice
on altars built deeper
for hungrier and more erectile
gods.

blithe on a cornice,
taxidermic angels
lorded over the savage pace.
herds of briefcases
butted in throes of fracas
and stress.

it was a headstrong underbelly,
where kindness couldn’t sing,
had no syringe or pill,
never trumped the peril
of losing one’s cute, prostituted
guile.


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