Fresh Pome: Mutiny
Mutiny
This is a mutiny of the heart and the skin allied against the mind
Headbrain tied to wooden mast hoarse yelling warnings and clarity
The crew have lost their uniforms and all control
Ash cloud storms are coming. Who’s at the helm?
I’m soaked with sweat and sea salt waves.
In the ferocious sky there are stars colliding, cascading a thousand years of flame -
This is the inevitable force of gravity, of galaxies moving into each others’ space,
The creative fury and savage smashing majesty of new galaxy being born.
Gases of the universe seep into my nostrils whispering secret commands.
I met you where you worked, petite blonde on the morning shift
And the laws of magnetism shook the world and we moved across the floor like metallic pawns with no will of our own.
You wear another man’s ring yet its spell is empty, no magic in that band
No power to ward off anything.
I told you I was going to do the right thing and give you time and space to think.
You said you wanted to run away and asked me to abduct you.
My sense of right and wrong stood like a young officer, proud and noble
Completely over run by wild men and beasts from the forest shaggy and panting
And wielding erections that would not go away.
I’m under all of this somewhere, gasping for ethics and reeling in sleepless stupor
I’m helpless before you, drained of decision, unable to force my heart and skin to do the sensible thing.
I’ve lost control of the ship and crew.
The universe if afoot.
Coyote is dancing in Mercury’s shade.
Serpents are moving inside the earth.
Heavens are shrouded in ash black cloud and
Lightning rapes the sky.
Rudder broke on the kraken’s skull and locusts ate the sails.
I’ve lost track of everything: Emaciated madman feels the hand of God!
The mouth of the storm opens above me.
I am to be consumed.
This is a mutiny of the heart and the skin allied against the mind
Headbrain tied to wooden mast hoarse yelling warnings and clarity
The crew have lost their uniforms and all control
Ash cloud storms are coming. Who’s at the helm?
I’m soaked with sweat and sea salt waves.
In the ferocious sky there are stars colliding, cascading a thousand years of flame -
This is the inevitable force of gravity, of galaxies moving into each others’ space,
The creative fury and savage smashing majesty of new galaxy being born.
Gases of the universe seep into my nostrils whispering secret commands.
I met you where you worked, petite blonde on the morning shift
And the laws of magnetism shook the world and we moved across the floor like metallic pawns with no will of our own.
You wear another man’s ring yet its spell is empty, no magic in that band
No power to ward off anything.
I told you I was going to do the right thing and give you time and space to think.
You said you wanted to run away and asked me to abduct you.
My sense of right and wrong stood like a young officer, proud and noble
Completely over run by wild men and beasts from the forest shaggy and panting
And wielding erections that would not go away.
I’m under all of this somewhere, gasping for ethics and reeling in sleepless stupor
I’m helpless before you, drained of decision, unable to force my heart and skin to do the sensible thing.
I’ve lost control of the ship and crew.
The universe if afoot.
Coyote is dancing in Mercury’s shade.
Serpents are moving inside the earth.
Heavens are shrouded in ash black cloud and
Lightning rapes the sky.
Rudder broke on the kraken’s skull and locusts ate the sails.
I’ve lost track of everything: Emaciated madman feels the hand of God!
The mouth of the storm opens above me.
I am to be consumed.