I must admit
that I was rather upset
and even a little bit jealous
when Buffy the Vampire Slayer
walked down the aisle with Angelus
Category: Poetry
——DAVID 2020——
Blue Vagrant
~ by Michael
The Grand Artisan
God, the ultimate Artist.
The supreme Scientist.
The intimate presence within,
and throughout this existence.
Regenesis … poetry in motion.
Is she masculine?
Or is he feminine?
Is the answer
beyond our understanding?
Is this life
but an artistic documentary?
Seen through all the agony
and the ecstasy …
the triumph and the tragedy?
Have we truly
been given a free hand
by the Artisan Grand?
Or are we rats in a laboratory?
Are we but particles
within the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
Just mere quarks
traversing the dark?
An infinitesimal part
of a dimension mechanical?
Speaking relativity,
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum.
Is that the universal story?
The Elvis of God
. . . and the Glam Rock
A child playing
with wildfire rebellion
The croupier who deals you in
swiftly twisting
sweet venom on the tongue
with chemical smoke rising
Into the wasteland
of a wandering soul
a toxic river is flowing
Body and spirit
within the echo of a scream
paying a heavy toll
Caught in the tangled web
of a deceptive dream
The gambler seduced
with an empty hand
upon a dying bed
For heaven’s sake
sleepwalkers awake
Is it ever too late
to make the big break?
Who’s pulling the strings?
Can you hear the truth
when the Elvis of God sings?
The Crossroads
I beg your pardon!
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
for a musical bargain
The Heart of Fire
The Angelic Garden
Trick or Treaters
Big Schemers and Tweeters
no need for greed
in the Angelic Garden
of infinite abundance
where the mushrooms
and toadstools
of supernaturally
flavoured darkness
are always in season
From a realm beyond
all rhyme & reason
the Candy Man cometh
upon the seas of madness
