Poem -
SHATTER WAGON
Sunset gilded… the horizon’s orange vapor is capital.
Long pigs gristle in the clinking wind
of a thorough typhoon of God’s
Rapturous Apathy.
But my Horse knows my Name
and cannot Die.
Not without a Canyon of explicit Cul-de-Sacs
as Viral as the Common Cold.
Perhaps a riveting ascent into the Aries
where a horned goat is throat prone?
where a slice of banquet is a Sacrifice-
to the Unknown?
Perhaps...
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My Goodness Sir AUGUST!!….your poetry is SO friggin' off the beaten path!!…..I Love what it creates in the mind's eye....the superb imagery....and then the unique phrases like ~
~ "...a typhoon of God's
Rapturous apathy.."
Isn't that a most creative Oxymoron? ~ 'Rapturous Apathy' ~ Lol.....dude I could read your stuff a lot.... the 'way cool references to Astrology, occult, and ancient iconography......it's just way out there!!…....you should put out a 'coffee table' book....I'd definitely pick up a few copies!!….ALL STARS!!…..Bravo dear poet brother!!…...LOVE & ROCKETS!!…..T xo : )
You Honor Me yet again, dear poet... Bless your heart.