orginal poetry - association

artwork by inka essenhigh

a man's voice echoed
and he began his nursery rhyme
'who the hell is running this train?'
'what association...?'
the bullet shall come in time

inconsistent and brief pauses
intermingled with the jingle
of his off kilter, cacaphonic sing song
wash, rinse and repeat to fade
a humid hundred degrees underground
inches below the surface
cradled with mosaic ceramic curtains
the puss of newfound pestilence
jiggles like gelatin
buffering the cracks and crumbles
vandalized by the magma of mediocrity
wallet, grab, swipe
insufficient fair
dirty steps lubricating clumsy
my rhythm and my blue greens
turning vermillion against turbulent skies
your amber prism has been watching your wings
lightening up you halo of choreographed horseflies
peck, crackle, pop
chew, nibble, spitoon
homemade aromas of piss and shit
arm wrestle the time away
dancing through septic scented tunnels
irrigating the farms with brain and brawn

i am alone in this indecency
i am alone in this here agenda
my stars share their delightful duty
and brighten up and irritate your eyes
scarlet unsent letters of longing
born of the moonshine of tonight
you look away from the legless man
and stand up on your own two feet
grasping the baubles and beads
that decorate your heartless bosom

i am not afraid of what you say you see
your miscalculations tend to entertain me
my volcano is forever unpredictable
on that you can count on for sure
defying it seems its own definition
put away your perfect prophecy
written decades ago by your discipline
and wash your feet free of
the sweet dye on your violet whine
until then you are foliage
in the garden before my garden
not pretty enough to arrange
not dire enough destroy