| John Miller |
| Copyright 2007 Red Pulp Underground |
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Red Pulp Underground
| In the absence of confusion on a speckled star divine, A thousand angels dancing on the head of pantomime; The devil as a tiger roaring deep with subterfuge, While God sits upon his throne enjoying high his ruse. Deep below these heavens shines the dark tear of mankind, As the tiger roars in silence at the hunted trapped in time; Shock freezes the prey’s moments as fangs slide painful deep, Temporal pain gives way to the eternal bliss of sleep. A thousand angels crying as black-veiled muses weep, The TV channels blaring as the devil our souls do keep; A nine millimeter bullet whizzing past all space and time, As God slides right off his throne, his body we do find. “What is the cause of death?” Is asked as angels twice do laugh, While demons cry for end of days and don Messiah’s sash; Nietzsche cries deep from his grave as the stone is rolled away, The madman dons the thorny crown as night bleeds into day. What began in pain has become such blissful joy, What began in pleasure has become the devil’s toy; What began as cries of pain now stitches paradise, What began as joy now bleeds beneath the knife. December 2007 |
Paranormal Passion subliminal meanderings chaotic self-thought indecipherable delicacies of mysteries still sought paranormal romance by the light of the moon beneath starry heavens where dark secrets loom the kiss stolen sweet this embrace divine from sundown till dawn drinking deep of her wine December 2007 |
Soul Straps the brilliance of cleats upon sodden heart soil the stab of sunlight into the eyes of turmoil the feint of the fencer in a coup de grace the sparkling dew tears upon a child’s face these things wash through me like yesterday’s sin coursing, these rivers, where my veins have been cascading like dew drops from heavens’ thunder-claps pulling my heartstrings with heartfelt overlaps the child, he dies, becoming old age the fencer, he falls, becomes a wise sage the sunlight turns dark in a rotting shade tree the brilliance of cleats now turn upon me December 2007 |