Triskele
05-04-2007, 12:22 PM
heya, im back after a beatnick inspired sojourn, and a fairly new twist to my poetry, so, here is my Kerouac styled poem, with modern relavence
Despotism
No lies, this occupational slip-stream persona of brain, strains to understand the thought and the why of death, and whose left hand sinister slide derives he end of conscious star-head inspirations of a god-hammer smote, wrecking Da Vinci thought only to break down the human to a Machiavellian automaton, capable only of solitary sleep and a filed walk life, broken down by a paranoid plow hand guillotine for stepping out with a right foot painted with blue berries and blood.
Despotism
No lies, this occupational slip-stream persona of brain, strains to understand the thought and the why of death, and whose left hand sinister slide derives he end of conscious star-head inspirations of a god-hammer smote, wrecking Da Vinci thought only to break down the human to a Machiavellian automaton, capable only of solitary sleep and a filed walk life, broken down by a paranoid plow hand guillotine for stepping out with a right foot painted with blue berries and blood.