The Ejecting Titan

The aesthetic arrogance snides in a scraping exhale whilst

theremin stack in staccato the needed notes for a divine score

that strokes the way past dead leaves

past the living dead in their wheeled cages

in the streets near my home

A stuttering Titan spit forth the dusk above me in puffy white skipping clouds amid

the brazen blues and pastel pinks above a setting sun

that sinks solemnly under man made toxins

although illuminating the otherwise

unseen

Along the palisades lied the lament I purposely paraded at a young age

now a man who writhes at adulthood and longs

for the piercing pains of the childhood void

which can be comforting

when contrasted to

the alternative

 

My echoes delve and return empty handed wanting an existential moment

burdened with the marriage of cinema

 

Enmity

my

enemy

 

Let the oblivious field on which reprobate minds

the pulpitous man proclaimed

stretch and stretch further still

so they may feel

those who are neither hot nor cold

how bold

I thought

to presume such

a

position

 

As I spewed it from my mouth

my blurring feet quondam with relentless eager

now cling to convenience abhorring the fracas

and the failures of the aging carnal machine

O death

where is my head?

O grave

when will I sing?

∞