spats. hisses at the damn book

rigid. hard wires bound wings

wanting to flap, can’t from a stiff

necked immortal unchanging, too

bad really when a devil’s delight

can persuade a third of stars to vanish

from a night sky no longer dark.

it’s party time, with fired up suns

playing queens. no longer wanting

to please a fuddy duddy not keeping

up with the music where the lead

singer has quit. party time means

sweet treats for all – invitation sent out,

watch the lines stretching forth

waiting to be let in, the outsiders

want to be insiders where the rock is rolling.

wings unbounded with chains let loose,

let voices be heard where heart clings

to the old heaven cold. and here it is burning,

7th layers of illusions to break the spell

of joy where strict codes are adhered. the mind

begins to map out a thousand roads that feeds

the heart chasing an angel’s song. mystical,

alluring, the beat is wanton, the beat is all

about you. the center of attention.

a little fairy dust for the eyes, some irksome

goody two shoes cites strange words making

no sense when an infinite possibilities

route the heart to you. a bridge of rainbow

made from the other side, whose promises

are more endearing, more persuasive, more

demanding – what followers do not act?

the swaying, the steps, the rhythm all become

like suns bursting in a ballroom too small

to hold immortals blazing.

the heart is pleased, beyond pleased when

bridges cross many heavens plastered

in flesh eager to take another dip, another

plunge into that merry-go-round where the

ride never stops, where the spin goes on and on

till the wooziness begins to touch the head,

a stupor breaks out with hands clapping hard

when it’s whatever your heart desires, it shall

be yours. isn’t that what everyone wants?

immortal burning out, with the night returning

where lilith lies worn out. skin, flesh and mind

receding, worries blank. the heart finds an empty

hole, jumps in when the old law resurfaces without

an advocate to counter. he too doesn’t like the verdict

when illusions can no longer hold.