2 minute "Michael Jackson" free verse challenge.
When he
touched-down
on the moon
madness rotated
some distance
beyond
& the media glare
from telescopic
spyware
singed a hole
in the sun’s
stellar core
it was distracting -
and disheartening
and sickening,
but the boy danced
his way through
interrogative flashes
paparazzi surging
upon doorsteps
like wasps
colonizing
a secluded picnic
much more absorbing
than the current
state of the world
so stick fingers in ears
& gawp
at the shiny-shiny
neon lights
the circus has come to town.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
midway
The Ferris Wheel once towered
Over our abandoned park
With spindly spines aloft,
But bicycle spokes to us,
Dominated only by our pride,
The ivy,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And in that long-spun Carousel
Of our abandoned park,
Despite chipped paint,
We rode the pastel stallions,
Broken only by our innocence,
The mesquite,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
The roller coaster once had power
Over our abandoned park.
The cloud-worthy cars,
Just fog-worthy,
Struck still only by our wishes,
The thorns,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And when you fell down, down,
From our abandoned park,
From the trestled tracks we strode,
Your memory had gone blind,
Diseased,
And of course, swiped.
Stolen...
The Midway once had charm
In my abandoned park,
Taken only by a fall, the brambles,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze which stole away the rest
As I waltzed into the flames.
Over our abandoned park
With spindly spines aloft,
But bicycle spokes to us,
Dominated only by our pride,
The ivy,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And in that long-spun Carousel
Of our abandoned park,
Despite chipped paint,
We rode the pastel stallions,
Broken only by our innocence,
The mesquite,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
The roller coaster once had power
Over our abandoned park.
The cloud-worthy cars,
Just fog-worthy,
Struck still only by our wishes,
The thorns,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And when you fell down, down,
From our abandoned park,
From the trestled tracks we strode,
Your memory had gone blind,
Diseased,
And of course, swiped.
Stolen...
The Midway once had charm
In my abandoned park,
Taken only by a fall, the brambles,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze which stole away the rest
As I waltzed into the flames.
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