Paranoid Salvation

mysterious-mouth-appearing-in-the-back-of-my-nurse

Lunge on to life like a reckless fool

Then leave it alone like Syracuse’s muse

To be ravaged and raped by legions of boars

Resurrected merely to be Aphrodite’s whore

And when the ridicule mounts the back of Vesuvius

Just cross the shore down to Amarna

Where the dust had settled eons ago

Cries aloud; Silence abound;

You are here;

You are here

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Paranoid Salvation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s