Corpus Effigy
Pirouette of pleasure and pity,
silhouette, ghostly and transparent,
blackened by nihilism and nostalgia -
waltzing toward a cobalt pit of passion,
dried up oasis, where dreams fly, fizzle out and die,
dancing in the mirror of a sleepless mind.
Prison cell, housing hope and freedom,
never coming to full fruition, cage of flesh,
of hideously epic, cosmic proportions,
compilation of grave notions, drifting through the motions.
Silent rage, blazing like a fire,
under fluorescent lights, bright, tightly shut eyes,
the rise and fall of a barrel chest, gasping for breath,
ebony ash of a jet-black heart, barbed wire bodyguard -
covered by a gown, sprawled out in a morgue,
empty at the core, dejected clock,
that won’t tick or tock anymore.