A Song That Sang Itself to Me Using Leonard Cohen’s Voice

Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night

with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down

macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound

I spit out all the glass and blood

Tangled in these words of love

Strangled the mourning dove

And left for the outskirts of nowhere

Maybe mayhem will find my grieving pig

Stick him with a sticky fig

Grill him on his back In November rain

I’ll never go there again 

to be tried doubled inside the steaming sack

All my muscles put on slack

I’ll erase this place ‘til all is black

A caramelized mirror for the moon.

This entry was posted in poetry, Word play and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.