ENRAPTURED
Surely it would be like this:
The brazen herald from some celestial bugle
trumpeting punctuating decay
shrill of a junior high tardy bell
The dated Christmas tree bulb, the planet tilting
its cosmic neck as if to work out enervated kinks,
saddle of jigsaw cardboard
continents dripping sideways
tectonic funeral tears
cataclysmic zippers
crackling
dotting the floorboard of the earth
in a fissure of fear
Oceans thrashing gargling
up
coastlines in bristled sweeps
volcano blowing their subterranean wad
mother earth menstruating fire and ash
Tornados skidding, Tsunami's roaring
Skyscrapers toppling like a game of drunken jenga
patches of the sky falling in heavy geometrical trapezoids
splattering thuds
anvils in cartoons
And this is how it would be
as reality unbuttons itself
A quadrant gospel of
devious
horsemen hackling in
neighing canters
across the Golgotha-gray horizon
graves rising like steeples caricatures in a children’s
pop-up book
Overweight middle-aged naked Christians
elbowing each other to be first in line
making little “told-you-so” gestures with their fingers
at those who are left
ST. Peter holding an Ostrich quill
checking hotel room reservations
While below puppet sized incubuses
Prod pitch forks into the
Shoulders of porn shop
patrons
Marshalling them into a fire-laced
Subway staircase to suffer and to burn beneath
Cylinder Mayan Disc calendars
Ricocheting satellite’s,
asteroids plummeting
failed comets
hammering
like court-sentencing gavels as
albino buffalo stampede across great plains
cherubim and seraphim
playing soccer at Stonehenge
with black and tan Tao emblems
lotus plants plopping
crop circles rising like yeast as
marooned-coated Buddhists monks levitate
towards enlightenment in pyramidic posture
Israel being removed with a scalpel
boomeranging into outer space
concealed in a snow globe bubble
Mecca rising on all fours following
a MT. Arafat-sized silhouette of Muhammad, pointing
The entire continent of South America herds llamas into Alien
spaceships headed for Andromeda
Thunder searing,
cities drowning, the mantle of the earth being riped from its skull
planets clanging together like abacus beads
the sunflower sun achingly
exhaling one final exclamatory wink
before giving birth to
nuclear miscarriage
blossoming into a butterfly supernova
yet still seven minutes away
and how
in that moment
as this pocket of reality gradually snaps out of being
I want to find myself
seated on an overturned
cathedral doorway
hovering life raft
through the grainy dregs of
galactic nothingness
burrowed
in the earth of you arms
kiss the In the beginning
of your forehead
lose myself in the fleeting
cosmic eternity of your eyes
enraptured all this time.
(performed C. West/ Bloomsday 2011/BLACKSTARSEA RADIO/ART SHOW/ Dirty Laundry LIT Hollywood)
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