Cut the lock with a harlequins touch, <br />Shiver yourself in the jellied streets, <br />Dynamos screaming in their rainbow capes, <br />You will never belong in this world of sweets. <br /> <br />Oh savvy engine in your body <br />How I've wished to rip you out, <br />Throw you up into the air, <br />And spray everything roundabout. <br /> <br />Now friends are all abound, <br />Including the lights blown dark with trends, <br />You prefer the dark, you sound the lark, <br />In the way a cat worships your hands. <br /> <br />I am the suzerain, king of kings! <br />You, bigot with wide horizons <br />That can't turn without collision, <br />Use those horizons to catch bison; <br />Find time to wallow in antic clay, <br />waddle to personal day of reckoning, <br />Wooden to the core, worried of the day, <br />Bears beckoning fleas to take all away. <br /> <br />Domination of black in the cul de sac, <br />Trees and bloody hands is all you heard. <br />You only speak to me without callow, <br />Late at night with mind not so shallow. <br /> <br />'Vague cephalization awaits the hierarchy, <br />Rainbows and golden leashes hidden, <br />Bullet holes hammer and sickle-ridden, <br />Clamor to them, speak of me not again.' <br /> <br />Cross eyed whiff of the future one felt, <br />Never looking up at red weather, <br />Organs and brains flew together, <br />A cataclysm of mossy words down the well.<br /><br />Seth Street<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-pockets/
