NaPoWriMo 2014 #18

engraving 'Temple-des-Muses' by Michel de Marolles

Hypnos and mercury spilling

we might have been friendly once

bent outwardly and seemingly benign

but make no mistake we were a malignancy

upon any complacency we could see

we gave up taste long ago

promising ourselves that in order

for scent to wear the crown

we would mob mental vision

into the ground

we would worship freely

the gods and goddesses

of maximum extracted profiteering

and whether teetering on disembowelment

or the elusive sugaring

of dopamine trees

we would use knees

on concrete to make anyone

beg for the memory

of the grass again

the flowers are friends

every insect and feathered mend

this tourniquet romance

a harlequin dancing chance

bullet to ballet television

we see you

you are all wading ads now

while debating rising spirit

or going for another beer

twenty feet away

which mirror

is nearer thee

we see you 

can be manufactured lazy

covered like a one door G.E. hot point

in amorphy, articles and adjectives

that you won’t mind we are ash

at your windows and

that we know

you’re not yet 

drunk enough

to want to

laugh or cry

we mine by shadow

as you fall numb

to our taking you

wheel and become

another Antigone

and Oedipus

a fire and 

sharp stick thus

where your eyes

used to be

you wear your

nose wanting

some hope left

to see

EJR ©