ego trip, worked in guile and
crystals knitted gristle fuzzing
the act is born symbols, the weight of what to find hidden patterns, the more the object glisters He won't be touched. and so, new life myths long strings of friendship bracelet The numbers are lawful and growing
We need a machine that can smile clinging onto each other at the roller disco, more of them symbols blister popping fast the doeeyed kid, making tears, says "I have needs". Leaning over the barrier, Napoleon makes his Masonic signs and then laughs in his sleeve
the act is born symbols, the weight of what to find hidden patterns, the more the object glisters He won't be touched. and so, new life myths long strings of friendship bracelet The numbers are lawful and growing
We need a machine that can smile clinging onto each other at the roller disco, more of them symbols blister popping fast the doeeyed kid, making tears, says "I have needs". Leaning over the barrier, Napoleon makes his Masonic signs and then laughs in his sleeve
raise the watchword, a glass in a
shaky hand a liberty whisper from the
office floor carried to no uses on the disinfected
air the devil, whose “works” or “pomps” they were
called to renounce (and the rest): who wants him gone?
No spirits left that we may be led astray
a stray god a stranger G space D
words could be made with strewed paper petals
discarded ends Is it really like
starting over?
This reappearance of Napoleon, in the guise of a liquorish jackanapes, gives pause. What with his day-patience and merit-systems management of that earlier epoch:
ReplyDeleteNapoleon believed in a system of merit, faking drinks, building your own systems and workstations a day patient threw all their weapons into the lake.
We should have known then he was always going to come out this way.
One does love a historical novel. Even knowing the ending does not take away the suspension of disbelief.
The systems manager at leisure, g-d help us. It's always a good idea to make excuses when the invite for the office party comes around.
ReplyDeleteI went to a roller disco as a child at Butlins at Minehead. Not, it must be said, a cheerful experience.
my favorite of the three and mostly due to the last three lines.
ReplyDeleteI was particularly chuffed with those last three lines myself, G. I'm glad you liked them.
ReplyDeleteYes, the harsh scratch of the match against the words strewn gentle as paper petals.
ReplyDeleteThis collision defines the character. Style a paint kit of choices.