Monday, September 10, 2012


and the beast

i dreamed of three beasts in a cage
anger, lust and jealousy were their names
somehow they escaped and prowled
around my feet their growls
made my bones shake
i could not run so instead
i bent and spoke
in softest tones
soon they nuzzled me like pups

next i was in a sea
caught far out, where the shore?
strange prehistoric birds swam by
with terrifying glinting eyes
in which were mirrored
every fear
one a burning tower
from which bodies flew like ash
one a disease of mutant cells
one a child
with x-ed out eyes

i've tamed many creatures, many beasts
but not
every one
not each

1 comment:

  1. Peace

    If there were one day
    poor peace could walk around
    show his real face to the sun
    catch a few rays
    and a burrito
    not have to keep to the shadows
    instead we see the beast
    that bully, war, gouty at his laden table
    his girl sprays on her beauty
    and fits well in stretch pants
    it's the good inside she waits for
    isn't it, if only peace wore a Rolex, drove a Prius
    every princess waiting for her prince
    with a quaint bungalow on the West Side, beach close
    so may as well hang out
    eat well, have a laugh, go to yoga
    wait until peace shows up
    living with the beast isn't so bad
    rumor is he has a heart of gold