The same fellow who asked for a dinosaur poem asked for a poem for DMX. The following poem was composed while listening to Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood.
RIP DMX
Death of a poet, Jove struck.
Gurney purgatory - perplexing
fate for such so gritty a Dante. Few can
practice goetia convincingly while
still flashing such a stern grin...
Lately when I think of you
Cesar Vallejo kicks the bucket.
Later on this parcel appeared. It contained a VHS which I could not watch as I have not the equipment, but the cover art and blurb inspired the poem below. I could not make out the director, as the packaging was waterlogged, but I suspect Steve Miner was involved.
Stay Gold, Sunshine Over Sleepover Lake
I- Childish Things and Fate
I've adjourned in your honor,
in spite of myself. You think the
magi ever forgot the star, though
doubt moves through time
like a shark in chum? No dice,
no rocking horse or nutcracker -
free this basement of trifles. No
more of that - strictly business.
So managerial - I hardly qualify
as a service animal, so how could
you keep me inside?
II- The Old Gas Station Attendant's Warning
Like naming a lake 'Placid':
you are just asking for trouble.
But oh, how the sun demystifies
the green. Cafes 'round
this time make me wish I still
glanced your eyes looking for me.
Lurching through the woods,
final girls get all the boys. I have
been leaving messages in Goosebumps -
do you read? I know you do - no one
recites scary stories like you do.
I may die missing you, exactly as you are.
No comments:
Post a Comment