ANIMAL
I'm an animal
why should I need papers to own the world?
Why do I need special shoes to travel this floor?
Why am I frozen, like a dinausor?
And hanging in quiet, reserved suspense
Licking the wounds
of a woman-child of chance
In the Concert Hall
A mask of smoke meets a mask of touch
Casting a shadow for evermore
Over an Orient of debt, left in neglect
Wiping the tomb
Of a secret alphabet
And in the old age home
A youthful smile defies the approach
Of a fly of halves and a flight of notes
Hands flyin down the rope
To cast the Nightmare out of his pants
And kill the crazy tune
Of this infernal, synthetic trance...
Arthur Maslo © 2010
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