Saturday, July 20, 2013

The Laughter of Idols.


The Laughter of Idols.
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I crave her irrationally.
She whos face bears
the fate of doomsday;
with cruel eyes open,
yet  resembling a Demon
Dead or dreaming.
(of countless ways to toss
me into the flames.)

My mortal wounds beseech
the salt her lips do pour;
aching to burn, and sting
and tear.
Yet I pretend I cannot feel
her anymore!
(while listening for Hells
Music everywhere.)

The Laughter of Idols
invokes (in Me) A Pity
for those Dying Gods;
who sat once upon their
Thrones of eminent Majesty!
The World  exposed them
all as Frauds.
(she introduced their creator
to Me.)

I crave her irationally;
and sing low a sonnet
to the horrors of her
doomsday face!
For now and eternity.
(or until I meet the waiting
Flames.)

jsh.







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