Sub-Zero

[Frank]

Titanium suit inside padded with Tasmanian wool
Rabies, scabies and drool
Glacier proof layering, insulated, they say we were raised by the wolves
Crazy as loons—skating lagoons—painted maroon
Bullet fresh in its face—serenade of the swoon
The leap of faith from the secret gate
Feet chained by seasons change
Feed the brain the seed of rain
The jubilations of June
The clay crustacean
The root
Muddy hands, straining the juice, pink and brown, gravying through
Shaping it smooth, playing with it like a baby would do
Engraving illustrations in the cave where I drew the manifestation of you
Stooping down to your elevation to get an observational view
Devastation and doom: angels flew ablaze and a swoop
Revelations, ancient calculations, patiently waiting for doom
Chained at the waist, they’re taking you through the stages of truth
Realizational loops. No one exempt, nobody, none of sacred excuse
The planet is angled obtuse: gravitational pull-pull—pull strain
The recluse of the galaxy into a dangerous youth
Tribal celebrating: winter blazing—the fumes
The rage of the blue flame of the ocean before it gave in, sank in and drooped
Adam & Eve forsaking the fruit, Satan is raising—displaying the flute
Playing to the vacant stadium entertaining the mute
The waste of the sewers over-flowing escaping
The remains of the tombs gutted in a momentous wave through a womb
Ruins in shambles, bow and arrows, razor toothed saber-tooth on the loose
Space boots on the roof—big foot running out of the woods—jumping straight for the moon
Himalayan chief descending down from the banks of Peru
Constellation gurus, a man the atheists knew, the savior
Who the remains of the pages allude to, but negate to include
Divine being of all, weighted in jewels, strength of a mule
Tank on a zoom— aiming—ricochet—and—kaboom!
Billions of tanks of fuel disintegrating on cue
Breath taking debut, dazed and aloof, concentration acute
Music to a bloody ear: only an M80 could soothe
Stench looms from a good buddy slumped in his bravery goop
The remains of the troops are making their way through Hades
Mother Nature, the calendar dates, wait, they were true
Breath pasty and ghosts parading with holes in their blankets: amused
Boo! The elephant moves and gracefulness ensues
Right hand decapitated, the crew running low on rations—making due
In dire straits, I break out the 22 from my ankle and bull's eye brang' down a Canadian moose
In stage 2 of Hypothermia— deranged and subdued
Hanging from a strain of DNA—
Civilization
Molten lava, instantaneous pools of brimstone—precipitation'll cool
Winter blazing brazen, flew in the face of an ice age as it blew
My soul out soars the sunward bird to the cage— to the coop
To the point of no return

Faded







*poof*