Saturday, December 7, 2013

Poem: Cassandra Reflects

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




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

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


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