infected.

cadaver jerking, lurking, psycho on a path to nowhere..
a lance sticking thru my heart, laughing in despair,
cutting fingers in screaming pain with a devils tool,
just to prove you have what it takes, nobody’s fool,
dancing franticly to the beat pounding in my head,
run fast or run last, it will pass when you’re ******* dead..

deeply destroyed, wide eyes so deep i will plunge,
gateways to the very core of time, lascivious sponge,
watching my body waste away, disintegrate to dirt,
disappearing bit by bit, copulating with angels of hurt,
skeleton flex locked on inferno, black, green and red,
run fast or run last, it will pass when you’re ******* dead..


phonolite corridors broadcasting outwards forever,
and the offspring of Heimdallr, considers it clever,
screaming and dreaming, on the threshold of revival,
dreaming of any acceptance while praying for survival,
and a screaming seraph gangster is amongst us tis said,
run fast or run last, it will pass when you’re ******* dead..

putrid tissue on cloths lines, bleached and shredding,
and all along pestilence and disease is rapidly spreading,
while the jokers red biretta, is a crown of thorns bleeding,
and atop yon pinnacle the false prophets are screeding,
badly behaving, infected layers covering cesspools of skin
run fast or run last and when i’m dead you shall not ******* win.


greg.

Great lines Greg!

Great lines indeed, dear cousin; your work has been growing by leaps and bounds of late, really blooming. I have been amazed every day, and finally have a chance to tell you so.

Somehow those penultimate asterisks in the last lines of the sestets really add something magical; they have an effect of enhancement by delay, or announcement, like the sizzle of a cymbal or a shiver of distant thunder: they serve the quintessential penultimate effect, like the delayed third beat anacrusis in a Viennese waltz; I find them to be like a seasoning of stardust, shaken just right. The refrain line is very effective and well-suited to its purpose, given a satisfyingly hopeful and defiant twist of resistance when it comes around the last corner, going out strong with head held high no matter what. Well done.

Cheers and love to you, dear Cousin Greg, and thanks for mentioning my name second word of the second line (although I wouldn't hurt a fly, and certainly never a cousin),

+Stevie

g`day dear friends and fellow wordsmiths, thank you for your encouragements.

i did smile dear cousin at yours (and my reference to a lance) you, my dear cousin are indeed a lance sticking thru my heart, your inspiration is to me the sole reason i write today, its this unwritten understanding, and your own poetry which inspires me, and has done since that other place and will continue with me until death.

although in this piece no reference was intended, the winter is bringing out a moody restlessness in me and i eagerly wait for spring.

keep well dear friends and take care. greg

I always enjoy reading your poetry greg. This is no exception. Entertainingly complex.