Poem: Cassandra Reflects

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


Owl

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Cassandra Reflects

the clock told people to rush,
fed their sins of worry,
to goad that same old gimmick--

primeval pangs, so effective,

a time-honored zoo of outcomes,

births and extinctions, 

from t-rex to cat--

yet morbid now, faster,
horoscopes of sacrifice
on altars economic,
to summon hungrier, 

more erectile spikes.

taxidermic angels
overlorded the savage pace,

blithe on cornices,
while herds of leather cases

butted briefs.

so many

prognostications of the querulous,

leverages of lickspittles,

candied dissimulators, 

in orbit, obsessed, with hypnotic whirlpools.

with such a devious underbelly,
the head couldn’t sing, wouldn't be kind, 

resorted to syringe and thrill,

never triumphed over, nor suspected, 

the consequences of a cute, prostituted guile.


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