History calling
time to act
coming to terms
and
losing my perspective
battles lie there
across the horizon
so
I think I’ll stay here.
A girl
sleek, shining, green skin
thick red silken hair that puffs up
and gives her stature
I like it
she’s got small horns that peek through
just above the ears
attractive
those small red horns
her body moves ever so slowly
undulating to some rhythm
that only she can hear
with a body that already
rises and falls
in all the right places;
there is a tattoo on her butt
but aside from that
and her long black leather boots
nothing else covers her;
and for some reason I can’t fathom
around her prance two rainbow neon roosters
growing brighter by the minute.
Arrangements for a deal bring nothing
but grief, drum-beat, chants
and tear gas
they’ll shove you one way
but if you go the other
they’ll shove you that way too,
so back and forth I go.
A grotesque and sad face,
dead flesh
patched together here and there
with staples and tape
he’s falling apart
yet his eyes move
they are alive as ever
soft brown that calls to me
yet when I get near him
the thick green snake that funnels around his body
poking out here and there
warns me to stay away,
I do.
An angel tells me
blood must be spilled
for the good to prevail
a last and final battle
a battle of judgment
this angel has massive white wings
her hair is a blue pony tail
and her lips, yes, sensuous
but deep shades of indigo;
her dress is blood red
and it hugs her body,
it fits her as if it has been poured on
and when I look down at her feet
I see that it has been
for it drips into pools
that well up around her.
– matt at shadow of iris
[Inspired by works of Rockin’ Jelly Bean and Mike Sutfin]
