Nu Beats, Nu Yeats...

Stimulate your sorrows until beauty is born

And on its deathbed that beauty shall bore more sorrow and scorn…

Scrutinize the system and pinpoint your symptoms until saltwater taffy streams down your

cheeks and makes sticky your chin. A salvo of Chinese torture routines, dripping drops, a sieve

that muddies the seeming memory into a saline sea-section of infectious cerebral reflections.

Meanwhile, in the misty shade of my mystical misery sit Madam Moon and the Sonoran Sunshine. Yellow is the girl

who once spoke sermons like snakes, such a hellish harangue! In a ship sails sincerity, she now drifts out to sea

and with cement in her shoes, she finds love underwater. Where storms and sighs are sentimental supplies for a

pathetic fallacy that falls from harmonious skies.

We wore the masks of lonely lovers while the patience of the tide and the time wore thin. We waited in the face of

fathomless fears, talking in codes in black and white books,

Feigning proclivity in the name of philosophy.

Now, in my mind’s private paradise, she appears as Persephone.

Tragic and ancient, white-armed and fertile…

A Cowering catastrophe and such towering blasphemy.

A cri de coeur from a bipedal hominoid with an australopithecine, swaggering daydream.

Gnawing at his carbon-dated discernment are nightmares of a naked ape in the sky, weeping in tongues, its tears are

arrows, scions and spears, scribbling the sunset onto a Mercator projection.

Still I say, "Ahhhhhhhh..."

For massaging my mind is the kindest of lions,

His compassionate oration calmly careens through my cavernous concerns,

Softening the callous while removing his skin,

The Locust Lambada and the Larva Limbo,

We dance a new beat revolution older than age…

These ideas are the trees outside my window,

They grow as the wind blows its hot air balloon zephyr through tiny squares in the screen.

Adjective precedes noun in negotiations where Bonobo’s barter for gold…

Now I freeze the sunrise with speech before it wanders into the patterns of a quilt, never to be found.

Specks of sand support the ocean, the center cannot hold, a life suspended, sustained incessantly

in stony sleep…