Free Verse Friday – original from H.T.

[bone song]
Crashing thru the underbrush of society we ran,
Hissing haze on pursuit, swinging limbs thru and thru
The narrow signs, the slender eyes of our companions,
The ghost – the ghosts we are as we see, the silent
Mist of identities mixed and self-same saturated when we’re near
We mingle and one become, mélange mad and merry.

To echo off bones and palace grounds, lost world before us
Fog in chase, fog in lungs, and us in its heart
The tiger’s stripes are eyes behind every imagined corner
Every illusory turn! Sing I the damp cloth as mist sticks
To skin and to hair, fogging glass and metals
Thick transient traveling.

The hope is in the mind – not the heart
For the heart is faltered and poisoned
Toxin earthly has passion inflamed
And us by passion inflamed so trust
Not that softness! Trust the hardened
Ice and steel mind, the manmachine me

Crinklecrush the cardboard as hide in abandon
With reckless abandon, reckless Abaddon pursue
The fog is us, the fog is death, the beauty is truth
And silent deception the ugly truth always behind
Who else is silent? We are silent at dawns,
Dare we interrupt the song of the gods?

Sing we Olympus? Sing we the end of reason?
Sing the dust and falling trees
Falling tresses, sing, dusty beds and hazy rooms
Of Crete and Athens, sing lofty songs of lowness
Sing we the end of ourselves, the beginning of us
Sing the bones, white and clean.

-Hello, Tralfamadore