four unrelated fragments

 

four unrelated fragments..

 

The Poet and his yellow teeth,

eyes alight with strange beliefs,

the rain is leaking through his roof

as he goes searching for the Truth.

 ***

Bees change their tune

when they’re angry.

The Hives harmonic humm becomes

a Hymn of Hate.

Each bee’s desire is signified,

to sting and die

and meet it’s fate.

Surrendered up in sacrifice

to save the Queen,

their mutual mate.

 ***

All my old friends are “something” now,

reverend, doctor, C.E.O..

It’s as though we acquire titles

as we get older,

to compensate ourselves

for losing our youth.

 ***

Stripping away the layers

made me realise at last,

that nakedness itself

is just another mask.

 ***

***

The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe. He could rule the world if he wanted to,

but he’s a very lazy man.

***

***

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~ by reverendhellfire on November 6, 2011.

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