High As I Can Get
‘neath wanion moon
nomadic riffraff of
beatnik bedouin genealogy
strained through filthy exhaust
of electro prodded progress
stumble from iniquities darkly den
in rhythm rubbed raw
beaked bastards gleam flesh
from severed bone
a disembodied echo yowls
foxhole prayers on the edge
of darkness, as slithering lamia
whitewashes a sixpenny perfume trail
roller coaster perch of
bone-chilling nightmares
damp and twisted sheets
hang from bedpost
a music-box ballerina
chugs MD 20-20
flat on my back
is as high as I can get
© ~ Randy Bell ~ 2013
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Jan 22, 2013 @ 18:18:14
loved the ending
Jan 22, 2013 @ 20:40:56
That’s pretty high! Works well. k.
Jan 29, 2013 @ 20:03:44
Awesome. Sublimely so.
It’s got a Finnegan’s Wake vibe about the whole thing.
Jan 29, 2013 @ 22:42:04
mad dog 20/20….shivers….some college memories there…nice rip through the verse, nice allit as well…a bit surreal and its got some grit…i rather like…smiles.
Jan 29, 2013 @ 23:41:26
this is a highwire style which can easily tip off wrong
but you manage to maintain the energy and momentum
enough to hold my eye in imagination bending through
the weave
Jan 30, 2013 @ 21:53:01
“Music box ballerina” <- perfect line there.
This is very intense to me. Well done!
Jan 31, 2013 @ 12:52:51
so much here…so many words and phrases i want to comment on…but you pull it together in a whirling dervish inebriation…thanks for sharing