The Phantom Cart ~ Salvador Dali
Falling inward I taste the sun
And swallow whole hook line and sinker
Evaporation takes the beads of light
So long enjoyed as wisdom
The dogs of autumn chase the dust
And bark at cattle passing
I taste the air and smooth my hair
And cast my limbo shadow
Being not bound by duties base
Nor visions of heaven scented
This dragon’s breath peels the paint
That the centuries cast upon
The face of a nation’s plunders
Legitimised lobotomised pseudo-serene
Stripped to skulls in pyramid piles
Here or there or somewhere in-between
Head and claws for ant empires to anger
Surround impound and set in stone
Worship a past too clean for comfort
Where eyes upraised a fantasy deluded
But who am I to pass these pints
Of blood and bone and ether
I who have no pedestal to stand in stone
Nor right the height to claim
And falling from this fever dream
I find my mouth is full of feathers
You hold me close and kiss my throat
And name me chicken killer
And swallow whole hook line and sinker
Evaporation takes the beads of light
So long enjoyed as wisdom
The dogs of autumn chase the dust
And bark at cattle passing
I taste the air and smooth my hair
And cast my limbo shadow
Being not bound by duties base
Nor visions of heaven scented
This dragon’s breath peels the paint
That the centuries cast upon
The face of a nation’s plunders
Legitimised lobotomised pseudo-serene
Stripped to skulls in pyramid piles
Here or there or somewhere in-between
Head and claws for ant empires to anger
Surround impound and set in stone
Worship a past too clean for comfort
Where eyes upraised a fantasy deluded
But who am I to pass these pints
Of blood and bone and ether
I who have no pedestal to stand in stone
Nor right the height to claim
And falling from this fever dream
I find my mouth is full of feathers
You hold me close and kiss my throat
And name me chicken killer
12 comments:
If the cap fits.
"Evaporation takes the beads of light so long enjoyed as wisdom"...feels familiar to me...somehow...
James: I'll wear it proudly
Subby: I think it comes with middle age :)
Great text, quite spooky, It reminds me of the pagan rituals done with chicken blood in the amazons. And the protagonist seems to be part of it.
My god
Pisces, being as I'm at the half-way point...( heh, "half-life" works better for me than "middle age" )...
Mariana: I like your interpretation - bones, blood and ritual
Subby: half-life would be good - lets hope the middle ages are not also the dark ages :)
The fifth sir, the fifth resonates so clearly.
walking man: the ant empires are stirring
quite the introspective retrospective; unflinching.
the work is compelling for anyone wishing to be self honest... or not...
also like how you braid image and emotion...
I find this feature of much of your expressions and I think you use it quite effectively.
thanks....
Harlequin: ironically, blogging under a pseudonym allows both self-honesty and self-delusion :B
I appreciate your observations as I do make every attempt to do things without recourse to the obvious; the cliche; or the 'done before'.
Well I am not sure I can do justice to your words written, but I am thinking, they are very brain waking.The images are what really grabs me and I see you are from my part of the world *dance*
Sarah: happy to wake any brains passing - *dance* backatcha
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