Friday, April 30, 2010

midway through velvet incarceration

The boyish facade of that dynastic king
promises a pyramid of facsimile amusement,
a lame gold mask that falsely tames the rural mile,
and royally tenders the shrieking greens of spring.

What is drawn from the sapphire clouds
is also condensed in a spooky window:
a solo pine cone alone is spared in view
atop the hallowed spokes of spiral rubber.

Sycophantic circus freaks shuffle at last,
worshiping the retro karaoke of pecking divas,
at last the howls of where and squeals of when
are burst from the belly of a bulging tomb:

welcome to the threshold of banality.

Spun in a syrupy four part stigmata
odd sockets of the savior's sugary skull
have ceased to be a harmony that soothes.

Little Tina's sweet shack is barely stocked,
but emotions run high when the carny's in town.

7 comments:

Jenny Enochsson said...

Exciting great sounds and imagery here. The third stanza is my favorite. I come to think of the cover art of Door's "Strange Days" and the song itself. A menancing nuance behind the gaudy masks.

Noxalio said...

i wonder where i've read
this before? ha ha ...

i'm glad to see this one
over here, Gerry.

it still meanders
well.

PO Johnson said...

This is quite the ride, between odd worlds and majesty.

Ralph said...

A true wordsmith I loved this one.

Gerry Boyd said...

@Jenny: Yes. "People are strange when you're a stranger". Or "wearing a mask to meet the masks you meet". Or something like that.

@Nox: Are you following me? Oh, that's right, you are. Ha!

@PO: Well, Magic Carpet Ride would fit, temporally, with Jenny's take. ;-)

@Ralph: Thanks.

Thomas Sheridan said...

"Sycophantic circus freaks shuffle at last, worshiping the retro karaoke of pecking divas"

Boom.

Great stuff Gerry.

Gerry Boyd said...

@Thomas Sheridan: Much obliged. The Boom is important, at least to me, an amateur just feckin' around with words. ;-)