Monday, January 30, 2012
There'll be Fireworks Tonight
A rushing red river, currents twisting, raging through my head; speaking in phlegmy android echoes. How strange.
It’s a day better than others, a cream puff by the shore, where little dogs draw crowds, and laughter tips the scales. There’ll be fireworks tonight.
This river flushes through me, cyclic, with primitive beats, redundant.
Forget the river. Eat your cream puff, and flirt with the sun. This day by the salty sea is yours. This place you call home. Where you spend your days spinning gold and your evenings dancing with ghosts.
Thoughts steer the river’s currents, undetermined, for thoughts have hearts, and hearts do fret, and legs run blindly, beset by hearts that jump into rivers and drown.
Will I perish in this river?
Your fate is within you, destiny’s DNA, tainted by time. Yes you will die.
An apple, polished with poison, or perhaps washed with saint’s tears, cleansed for the eating. Will you partake?
Listen to the sea. The river may own your body but the sea is your soul.
There’ll be fireworks tonight, and you know how you love fireworks.
Posted by Leah Griffith at 6:16 AM