Peridot Green Q08, Winter 2016


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The shopkeeper sank through the glittering stones,
Escarpments behind glass filled with meteor dust,
To find my request, show me the best of these
Earth's ancient teeth and her munched old lunch.
"This is what there is to be seen," said he, placing tabletop
The wet looking olive rock speckled with seeds
That surfed magma's shores long before
Fires danced in Hominids hands.
It simply rested upon the counter
After wrestling with the weight of the world.
There it is, inert and perfect as the outer edges of anything
with cosmos awry within.
"This is what there is to be seen,"
he placed in my palm the Peridot Green.

As we all know, the sun sets beyond these walls
Somewhere beyond these hills the crimson end begins
Somewhere beyond our horizons shadows swarm
We become a window twinkle on the night scape
Somewhere beyond our block, blue buttoned up and weaponized
Lynches the steps we've built to home

In here we are old and young and howling both!
In here sheet music flips in the wind
In here we drink from bubbling glasses and foam at the mouth
In here the sweet center

In here
  Is a man costumed in feather galaxies that orbit blackhole eyes
    Fingers do the Carole Dance 'neath cloud blouses
      Pine the nosegay and holiday times

In here
  Mosfet Queens stand wind tossed in skeletal fall
    Secret society symbols stand in sight
      And her eyes are mirrors over smiles

In here
  Painters paint robotically or robots paint painterly
    the twin painters puppers
      or paps pug and poodle

In here
  The blood red galvanized doodle was
    Imagined on rocking chair porches
      Or rainy stares out windscreens

In here
  Our ghosts pop champagne corks
    And hang their work in corners
      haunting the feet of floor dwellers

In here
  Phantoms veil the texting heads
    Photons flare and red gates glare
      Our shoes are set on Peridot Green!

In here we borrow Allen's voice
  In here we Howl!

As we all know, now the knowing is not knowledge it is now a growling growing and wailing. The hatred hunger is grumbling and what once was mumbling is bubbling up up up a memory of what was once is with last grasp and gasp clawing its way up and storming at the gates! Alert all states all your mates! The enemy is coming! Once more the enemy is coming! Outside a fight awaits! A light in the tower! We must Howl! We must Howl! Tell them all! This warmness can throughout! Let not the cold outside seep in and ruin our lovely home! This is all our home!

Howl for your sisters!
Howl for your brothers!
Howl for those who have been silenced!
Raise your head to lovely Luna, my people all
We are a bristled pack and
We are howling!