Pitchforks With Cyanide Laced Angel Wings: Ninety-Five Poems
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Pitchforks With Cyanide Laced Angel Wings - Peter Lisowsky
days
Sheep
On the trail of the tail of the sinner
Inner voices preach the nameless army of fools
Who walks incombustible between justified lines
Primed and felled by nothing less that a truant's spear
Feared only by a fallen king of lesser man
A hopeless trinity auctioned by the senses without a cost
Lost in a prayer so unfit for the decayed breath of your day
They stumble upon the remuneration blindly like a prophet
Commit humility's irreverence into the marrow of my wilting spine
Defined only by a fallen king of a lesser man
Without the shadow of the forests our skin is burned to the bone
Alone in this future shock which binds our faceless passion
Fastened to the apportioned walls of thorns without surrender
Rendered lifeless and cerulean by the saints of absent control
Consoled only by a fallen king of a lesser man
Virtuous thanks deemed lost between the thatched grasses
Outlasting the yellow lines of murderous eyes without a peer
Feared by a river morning left solemn and swelled
Held at the highest point of the bottomless sheep womb
Doomed only by a fallen king of a lesser man
Viscera
As I tug the feathered ears of the lifeless rabbit in this hole
I can see this one way ride has been left at the door of the coming wind
Rains devour my plastic sunshine and drown my futile climb
Sublime and narrowed, I crawl on my belly to the pin light obstacle
The spurred walls dig their metal thorns into my ribcage desire
My viscera are raw as I lay upon this firefly shuttered efficacy
As I slide on to the dawn of the plush forged flowers and imitation smiles
I stand and gaze through the sunshine plow that reaps the mechanical minds
The gears, like diamonds of azure, toil and churn the waste
Weakening the summation of blinded mice in a race against time and body
My limbs are rotting as with each silent footstep on the smoldering pavement
And my wishing well has run dry in this vacant garden of gratuitous coercion
My forlorn maker is resting his quiescent misery upon me
I am distended and bloated with tragedy yet it fuels my habitual hunger
You can't fill me up; I only pine for ancillary sustenance within you
This poison has given me a consummate life inside this dormant desire
This feeling is obdurate and constant in this verve of dreams
Feed me the wine of your blood so I can consume every last drip of honey
Mascot Masochist
Did you get the fortified jet stream communication?
The word of sorrow is born tomorrow
No hope for the rivershine of your displaced mourning
The morning warning will bring another sure assessment
And the shore will lapse into another bridal coma
Just like the tidal shower of the sainted disposal
There is no hope in a prayer of the wish list suicide
Only a mascot masochist running from the message
Did the cautious notes ring clear in your rusted mind?
My only wish is the labor of a seasoned day in a borne apprentice
Anticipating everything with a blackjack blindfold oppressor
Only everything will enlighten this darkened commotion sensory
The dredged lake is running dry and we're running out of novel excuses
The fusion of the marionette purifier is raining on our self mutilated skin
So much that I can not see the questions before the answers
The message is encrypted within the fine line wishing well
Following the crumb trail into the naked woods of separation
My blurred sense of reality is slipping down the festival mountain
My bloody feet are dangling upon the heart of the penny drop fountain
Won't you fly this steam cloud so I can find my way to your shamrock ecstasy?
Only my enlightened sight will show me through the gallows of loneliness
My sensory is ignited and my daft perception is feeding on the water tower
I am one in between the thousand other water sacs of carbon and cartilage
I can hear you right before we enter this rehabilitated daylight crematorium
HLA-B27
There was no indication that your scarlet eyes were failing you
So your apathetic blindness was only a reflection of your instability
The only cure would have been to let go of the evaporating rope
But is reappeared just in time to hang us both from a tree of sanctity
Wear my human leukocyte antigens
As my body shreds itself to pieces
Mind over body advantage again
I stand idly by, wishing for lost life leases
The lancet enters the skin
Piercing more than it gives
It will stop at nothing, consuming everything
It kills more then it lives
This is not the way it was supposed to be
Everything has changed in this meddlesome cocoon
This is not the way it was supposed to be
We need to right this broken vessel because my blood is not immune
As the water turns to sand
And the precious turns to nothingness
We stare at this harvest moon with discontent
And ingest the sacred hymn that sings a tune that will divest
Running scared and exiting from its beauty
I gaze a shallow look through my third eye behind me
It's polarized by the everything in this nothing
Then I trip upon the wounded affliction that grows from your tree
As I plummet down this hillside I too am blinded by the beauty of the fall
These absent stars pass me by without a heavy wink or listless ferment
For each day that goes by a new year grows out of its weighted