My Ineffable, Step Up

The witches sat in an intellectual circle
Collecting their charms
For witty gestures of the abyss
To cast into the souls of their desires
Fishing for a surreal evening light
To slant through the gray summer haze
And stray the clouds
To return their ephemerality
Pour from the hands of their blessed gods
A wealth of dark wisdom
From the inner reaches of the ego
Struggling to maintain its image
Consistently against the wanderings of the mind
A mystic, Hispanic osmosis
That drove a coy, harsh silence
Into the shallow smiles of the lookers
A comedy of the true spirit
Spinning like the wind
In the plaza of the golden elephants
Dreaming all the way back to India
Where the fountains gushed
And spouted of the east
And children came to play
I was playing in the empty forests of the west
The fronts of easy despair
Watching the image unwind
In a crisis of economic confidence
All Bohemian contracts satisfied
And an alleviation of the sin
Devil’s kiss
To hold a light in dark places
Washed out and unstrung
Unraveled by the needle
From which the canvas was sewn
The betrayal of a reason
Akin to the falling of the angels
From the shots of rain
Soaked with lust
For the inner movements straining resonance
Out from the skin of reality
Stepping to the structure
Upon a relief of chaos
That congealed the crevices of a loose mentality
Wherein darkness might (rain/reign) in the moments
From the voice of the muse of logic
The blessings of the corporate gods
Come through in a cool standing
Basking in the aura of the current fashion
Like it were something sacred
Something to be left untouched
Unmoved


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com