Circe 578
May the unfortunate knife
remain
a hidden hate born gently
to a stream of hateful hands
a tooth that leads from barking dog
to sharp rememberer
to whom no advantage is given
but with which the masks and tongues are taken
to them whose god lies now dismembered
to them whose best ghost of happiness
is one who calls with a razor
Circe 579
When I see you, standing there in the white light
I know we cast a shadow on the past
we give most everything
to eat evil and
to dance with painful duty
to war for king
to drink the necessary
a page of hats and flowers
arranged to spell revenge
we want someone to tell us
where we might find the rain
then my hand gives me back
to smoky empire
to high singing dusty sun
to monotonous day
(Time's a bitch that eats its young.)
Circe 580
Go, Stranger
Salute the fierce wind
find the eye of the poor
wailing in the frozen wild
where are your tricks, now?
In decoration, in word, will you stand, now?
War trophies brought back to your citizens
in small shiny boxes
left in burnt houses
will you receive this gift of infinity?
3 comments:
I am reading no2 as somebody is out of tune and the clockwork man is a reminder..they both have pegs to tune or wind up.. (Time'a bitch that eats its young) something scary about that one.No point in telling you your drawings are amazing as usual.
For number 2, I actually think that The Charlie Daniels Band wrote a song about this scene ~~ something about the Devil on vacation in Savannah to receive the key to the city (sticking out of his backpack here) and trading banjo secrets with a local Johnny. There was a golden banjo in the offfing as well, somewhere...
I believe it was the last time Lucifer visited the Hostess City of the South, being irritated by the flippant hospitality there.
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Thanks, Rod and Rick-
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