The Bus Ride
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The Tenth Doctor, After Returning to Earth from the planet Midnight
indigo ink sky fades upward to black;
pin-prick stars wink as brothers
to Midnight’s diamond studded surface
the Sapphire Waterfall babbles blue
a hundred thousand feet
down a cliff’s jagged cheek
outside, such terrible beauty
blooms in X-tonic radiation’s
endless twilight glowing blue-white –
such terrible beauty that will
fry you into nothingness –
while inside a tour bus
I fight: an icy fist grip
closes around my brain
creeps into your head
and whispers
words through the deadly Sky
I peer into her, blue-eyed Sky
the passenger now filled with
the planet’s dark living shadow
moving silent all these years
excuse me, but
can I be
you for a while?
it marionettes
my vocal chord strings
for new music lyrics not my own
and the crowding humans
watch listen piling fear-high
in the back of the bus
the
starlight waits
we must not look!
at goblin men allons-y the
emptiness get him
out!
until the hostess
closes her arms around
the skin-wrapped shadow woman
and jumps off the bus, pulling them
both into the acid blue midnight and
I am glass beads, spilled across
the floor from a rattled cup
my own voice finally gushes out of
my inkwell throat
the colour of midnight
it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
humans: deadlier than shadows
and the bravest one there?
I never knew her name
it evaporated outside
in acid blue Midnight
indigo ink sky fades upward to black;
pin-prick stars wink as brothers
to Midnight’s diamond studded surface
the Sapphire Waterfall babbles blue
a hundred thousand feet
down a cliff’s jagged cheek
outside, such terrible beauty
blooms in X-tonic radiation’s
endless twilight glowing blue-white –
such terrible beauty that will
fry you into nothingness –
while inside a tour bus
I fight: an icy fist grip
closes around my brain
creeps into your head
and whispers
words through the deadly Sky
I peer into her, blue-eyed Sky
the passenger now filled with
the planet’s dark living shadow
moving silent all these years
excuse me, but
can I be
you for a while?
it marionettes
my vocal chord strings
for new music lyrics not my own
and the crowding humans
watch listen piling fear-high
in the back of the bus
the
starlight waits
we must not look!
at goblin men allons-y the
emptiness get him
out!
until the hostess
closes her arms around
the skin-wrapped shadow woman
and jumps off the bus, pulling them
both into the acid blue midnight and
I am glass beads, spilled across
the floor from a rattled cup
my own voice finally gushes out of
my inkwell throat
the colour of midnight
it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
humans: deadlier than shadows
and the bravest one there?
I never knew her name
it evaporated outside
in acid blue Midnight
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Date: 2015-09-07 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-07 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-07 11:40 pm (UTC)my inkwell throat
the colour of midnight"
I have read and reread that snippet like four or five times and I am just stunned. The whole poem is good but damn, dude, that imagery tho! ))
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Date: 2015-09-08 03:11 am (UTC)