петък, 2 януари 2015 г.

WEST OF EDEN

I
[I’m useless, worthless as a circus
so how I turned out to deserve this
curse to serve her as a service.
Sitting silent, stunned and nervous
versus sparkling epidermis,
eyes with Corvus on their surface
and a purpose set in furnace.
Simple softness summoned sternness
to search a smirch behind the curtains -
soul emerges merged with urges,
stuck in past with present burdens,
to stalk in shadows predetermined.]

(Fervent shame and sweaty swerving
unseal certain secrets, lurking
to be seen on scene, thus serving
the strip of an interior burning.)

II
[I still pursue to sum the Second -
a stretching shape - as I got beckoned -
taking lessons ‘bout the lessened,
learning how the moves were reckoned.
With pleasant weapon I was threatened,
by wrecking tenant‘s warming record
as healing bullets triggered effort
and feeling that the killing errored.
Later, back to leper levered,
embarked a check-up, round and checkered,
and the claptrap: “Gun’s a shepherd”
was as peccant as I deadened.]

III
[The smile was the scythe, destroying,
the closure was the act, employing.
A cloying toying seemed annoying,
but am I going home enjoying?
I volunteered for this mission,
I smeared cleared recognition
for worker bee is my position -
submission for the queen’s ambition.
Fetching honey’s like nutrition
type magician or musician,
but even limited logician
would label worthy such rendition.]