“What do you see in this Rorschach blot?”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, August 21, 2011 Under: Poetry

“What do you see in this Rorschach blot?”

I see... mercenary illusionists
rehearsing a Tesla light show
inducing flashbacks that intrude like pigeons

I see the Draco constellation
freckled with endless gravitas

I see the chancellor’s son
in coercion with carpetbaggers
on a sandy frontier

I see warlock taxi drivers
with their morning coffee
and squeegee anthems

I see windy city beatniks
demanding larger vents
for creativity’s lungs

I see nativity’s knickerbockers
hanging freely

I see an egg hatching eugenics theories
I see NATO’s nose nudging the envelope
“Eugene, Nick’s here!”
at the far side of a shadowy family portrait
as a jack rabbit gnaws
at the monarchical backbone

Elijah excavated the book of the dead
from the shelf of a town library
he vowed to dissertate it with life,
so full of glittering, modest fuels

sought to play croquet
with the talking heads
a game he hoped to teach his sons

named them all Noah
to throw off the prophecy


In : Poetry 

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