vagrant

[eclipse]

Cast across town my skeleton's shadow

is privy to the wind's internal dialogue.

A vagrant does not make sense to the trance

of blank faces beneath a sun's autistic fire;

I do not have the satellite of work to transmit

an identity, The night scatters it's cards to

the kings and queens, some are not meant to reach

the games ascent, their provenance unknown, I am

shown a route by the moon an ambulance-to angels

without wings that parachute out of graves. A

ventriloquist experiences his dummy's dreams, flesh

and wood and blood won't mesh-those with homes tremble

at the distant caress of the concrete wilderness. A

dummy is pregnant with fire his master cannot reach.

[dcmarti1]

A ventriloquist experiences his dummy's dreams.

 

That is thought provoking and twisted. Nice piece.

[dr_con]

Agree- Nice dark piece... I could easily see it introducing a steampunk novel!

 

Dr. Con

[dedalus]

some excellent phrases:

 

...a sun's autistic fire;/

...the satellite of work to transmit

an identity,

[Benjamin]

Stark imagery that's not too distant from illusions of a society most believe we live in. All the better for not being tied to end-line rhyme. Well done.

[David W. Parsley]

Highly original. Particularly like, "Angels without wings parachute out of graves." (I took the liberty of removing "to" and "that".) Only two incidences of "fire," "reach," and "dummy." All other repetition temptations supplanted with creative turns of phrase and observation. I like all the images mentioned previously. "Sun's autistic fire" is a case of poetic revelation.

 

- Dave