Desservo #7: Cosmic Lords: A Pretentious Poem

I hate poetry.


Tales of candied hearts, sorrowed warriors and fractured dreams.

Double-A batteries are for slackers.

Phones are for the chained of heart.

While we sleep the elves repair our wheedwhackers.

But they never worked to start.

Our new Cosmic Lord’s playset,

hasn’t hit the shelves yet.

Love belongs to the ripples in the pond.

In this zoo some animals don’t belong.

Death is for the living, life is for the dead.

Are you alive or have you opened your eyes yet?

Boogie down the river, get your satisfaction on the peer.

Laughter is a tragedy, like a car hit by a deer.



Death doesn’t have a name, but reaping is an old man’s game.

Is he cold or is he bitter?

He likes the stars, and he burns his hand to touch them.

They are dirty whores of the scandalous fog, as they chant their delicious song.

The stranger with familiar candy drives on the sun-bound road of the demon’s horizon, desert all around and no one to shout.

Nowhere to dream home,

but all the time to play alone.

Is that music conductor still waving his tragic wand?

Are the trumpets still banging?

Are the drums still blowing?

Are the lovers still hating?

Is the world still churning?

Are the teachers still learning?



The ghosts are swaying

like the ballroom dress of my lady in waiting.

They are tired and they are old,

but they don’t laugh at your jokes told.

In the bush you once called home,

in and out goes the gnome,

at the behest of your advice,

he only laughs at your cries.

There is no truth in his eyes,

he saves it for the beetle that buys,

everything you leave behind.



And you look for meaning,

in the preceding.

But alas you find it naught.

Is it merely a mind’s waste, a mind’s trash?

Is it something you leave to rot?

Or is it a dark road atlas?

To the heart of a soul flying among the stars?

Or merely drivel rival to that eaten by a dog?

Is this a sorrowed heart’s painful verbal jist?

I’ve seen a dog shit better poetry than this.



Do you love me?

Well, Jesus Loves Thee


How can you go wrong?