Collusion (Full version)

The walls echo The walls      ECHO  echo   the night carnubian breath fl    ut        te        rs ---             d               o                 w                   n over GRANITE air bearing heavy - upon         ALTLAS'S SHOULDERS Apollo wields his Trust-worthy sword… Eyes of gleaming virtue He rears his head … And screams towards Saturn, “ the farmers son” Interplanetary love quest Carry on blades slice ---   the strings        - super-           strings --                the universe           collapses     a nightmare - or       REALITY fractured images                 replacing true potraits --- chicken little The Curtain parts; Enter the man in a Yellow suit… “ Now is it because you are consumed with the afterthought…keep in mind there is only one taste.” One Taste And only one way to … Quench this thirst Neon    ICEBERGS         cock-tails, ox-tails   f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g in Hennessy           amberguise.....or CHARTRUESE chickens                 masquerading as Don Juan   with purple feathers           in a Gay nightclub I  in my I I always ask myself Is it real? Can it be real? Am I still dreaming? A plethora of good ideas Great ideas Are they mine Am I authentic? Who am I trying to impress the echoes --- lines       On ceramic, tiles             the world is tiles pulsed in Steel       eyes ---- glistening       with BLUE talc                     circled round             RAPE IN THE ABSTRACT Pulse of the planet “ have you felt it” we are metaphysical beings a body can enjoy something but what about the heart ---- where is the heart? Is it love love lying -- in               CARAMEL KISSES   mapping.... skin               wrapping, the tides     of breath with           guaze....bandages   damping, padding the     flow...blood, Gaia's blood --earth tears     dropping PELL MELL into           Zeus's Teacup Poseidon rises from His resting spot, Arms thick and strong; He summons a storm And vows to cleanse The sanctuary: He speaks with The power of a tidal wave; “ who are these infidels who have befowled the sacristy, they shall be banished, forever? Venus plucks an Orchid from her garden She delivers it to the Angered god of the sea. “please calm your waters” “they will see the beauty” “they must” “it’s the only way” Zeus smiles Tonight the gods will dine, And drink deeply of Ambrosia, drunk on beauty lie sated, besoted                     upon the quilt CIVILIZATION ---                    --- a drum                 beat, to pound --- thrust into the deep dank soil .... Man, at                 the horn riding the edge   of the Damoclean sword ....slicing, paring                                   the breasts from Venus ending sexless         on the lavatory FLOOR  floor The curtain closes: The audience gets up And goes home, the show Is finished.  They have got What they paid for. Nothing more The janitor Starts to sweep the Aisles, he picks up a Wallet that is lodged Into the crevace of a chair    --- (ron crevace is spelled crevasse) He peeks at the id cards The first reads Ronald Rockey Born 24/10/77 In Lafleche, SK.   Certified Integral Leader The janitor looks to see If there is nay cash in The wallet, there is none He throws the wallet Into the trash to rot with       humanities            flesh...night through the eyes of ...a       succubus -- caught in             LUCIFER'S breath burning eternally,               PERMANENTLY ... my   eyes, heart                 origami games --              swans.... ashen echoes of yesterday             or tomorrow   'who cares'           CALLS the mute to the deaf --- illegal intervention --- ( Nolan) Ares laughs at his Vistory So eager to claim the crow... CALLS to the yellow moon                               and red-rimmed eyes stare blindly into the empty space of...                                               .... my soul .... drifTIng DRIFtiNG  DRifTIng  across a tepid  TEPID                 TEPID   black pond while nigHT d               r                 i                   p                            s,                            RI                         T                                PS     through my              translucent flesh...                               burning me....incinerating   me               consuming me   slowly           piecemeal and the drumbeats                     ever        ever      ever    on   a mockery       of all in my life desire's expression                     or                       the expression of desire Nike bows down And keeps silent. Keeping quiet, and Listening, planning….. ---Developing a stratagem – One of imperceivable Stealth, but the intent Of this attack is not To weaken but empower --- a change of pace – --unforseen change of events – -- the game --- -- you can’t win --- so you might as well not try a back pack full of anthrax MYXOMYTOSIS of     my mind so many of you step up but so few cross the line one more step and     SCHROEDINGERS CAT                       faces one more bullet Dr. Caligari’s cabinet -- catalyst --- start a movement a bold thought (Nolan) and yet we follow a system of immitation “ what is its mimetic value?” ‘imitate how the greats have imitated and imitate likewise” but once I have run out of imitations I can only copy: and I quote “ I seem to find myself each time.  I run away….” Jessy’s friend I ask myself” what am I Doing?”  almost daily, but Each time I realize it is not the right time for the answer when the right time for the correct answer is , I think I will never know will any of us ever know. Possibly the ‘right’ answer is out there, for myself The search is the most important part. And so, the search will + must go on. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 12:27 AM PST   0 • 10