The crow is painted white
not black today. I am lost, too lost
in the empty closets.
These machine people are like cannibals
sucking the oxygen out of us
contemporary believes: A woman flutters her eyelashes
like a bored crocodile snapping its jaws at flies.
A sparrow cleaves like air to the mute trees.
(There is no glory in the mass
coveting excitement like violent steeds)
The lights go ablaze – beer-belly men
smash their bottles into the grey stinking mist.
Beside the brick buildings
horseriders ride through a decade of fire and complaint.
The spotlights are spinning – No smile is real.
In desire, in design
the firmament is shut out from sight.
Luckless angels walk through
the scavenging crowd. Fame is singing
all dressed in fur – rich cruel shine.
The flares set off a new beginning
as ice-balls are hurled by the hands of reckless devils.
And they call my name: Blue New Age!
I am in a mud puddle fondling this insanity.
I face the pimpled stranger.
City of shadows, street lamps, revolvers;
tonight, hearts fall into the hands
of twisted, consuming lust.
Tomorrow, the show is dust
and we wake
with Time, like time
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Prophetic Voices – An International Literary Journal”, 1995
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