Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Muse Unfolds...

Dear dear illusion of apocalyptic sky 

how have you been in the volcanic cry 

the mushes, the lure, the galvanic eye

the one who staged your manic die

the plethora of dust, must!

you just couldnt see the gust of crust

lust you cursed was bound to rust 

the burst of soul, the locked unjust

the daily dose of fresh sublime

cut into ears, the sour rhyme

the photofinished nostalgic mime

left to burn..Time to crime!

the two rounds of satanic whirl

the illusion changed, the cryptic hurl 

if not today, the ecliptic twirl

the dreamer will die in a triptych pearl