Poet13's Blog

Separated from my voice

I am blues in the night

All melody and rhythm

Sliding on slick streaks over wet concrete

              through the acoustic hallways of endless timeouts.

 

I am desire seeking satisfaction

I am the velocity of sex discharging

            friendly bullets ricochet off the sides of their intended target

                         well intentioned but dangerous nonetheless.  

I feel my power.

I marvel at the heat I generate.

If they could harness me I’d light up a city.

Average families of four could live off me for months.

Extending my lonely karmic hand

I grasp the god within me

Cannot deny the doomed destiny of medieval martyrdom.

 

Grace descends upon my face

I smile within the flames

Embrace the secular saint I am becoming.

 

My body rises

Transformed from flesh to fantasy

Seared to perfection.

 

I am become the life giving fuel that sustains my fellow man

my blood but balm to ease our passage through this matrix of collective longing.