American Song (VIDEO)
Butter runs from the sun on to the hills.
You swam in an aluminum river
With sugar running in the gutters
And sponge cake behind the shutters
Of brick homes full of American dreaming.
The Hobby horses are hair triggered
For the derby run to the cube farms
Where it all goes to be extinguished.
Do Not Disturb:
There are sleeping canines
Dressed to the nines
Who will press the panic button
And release the furies.
So, Use your quiet shoes
Rely on your best ruse
And leave it all to Lady Luck.
You heard symphonies in the rafters
At the funeral of the ‘ever-afters’
The horn section
played in a key only heard by rabbits.
They sing along like a room
Full of penny whistles.
There are sharks
Under the floors
And reptiles behind doors
The peace you sought
Lies slaughtered on the moors.
Your story scratches at the window.
His coat is mildewed from the rain.
He erupts from your forehead
Leaving bone fragments in the dirt.
You pour honey on it
to relieve the bitterness.
You have lost the fields of feeling
You crossed the room reeling
From peppercorn words
That hang on the wall
By the fine print
Beneath the eye of Horus.
Do Not Cross:
The red line with its ravenous
Appetite for meat.
Don’t go past the seven thousand revolutions
That destroy worlds.
But You can skate till dawn
Over the last ice of spring.
The re-invention of the Daemon takes time
It can only be witnessed
Inside your temple.
You can supplicate all you want
But the idol won’t speak.
Your generation has no words
For real love that grows forests
Or real lust that hollows valleys
Or sudden flashes of insight
That pop and rattle
Like an old oil furnace
On a winter morning.
For you: It is forbidden
To do the bidding of
‘Poets who died young outlived by the body’
Who produce bad seeds
rotting in to moist gel
That never had a chance.
The world goes to the bluffers
With their hands spilling ashes
In to the double-occupancy coffins.
Highways carrying fates
Pass over American states
Along a nervous system
That transmogrifies terror
in to parcels
of eight hour excretions.
Cars move like marbles in grooves
Releasing pinworms in to patriotic ponds
Making the whole fat monster
Roll over and groan
A homunculus grotesque
In a kingdom of burlesque
That says good night
Before hiding his light
under a blanket.
by Joshua Kight
May 17, 2018
To see the first video of this trilogy, please click here. Part Three publishes on October 11, 2018.
American Song Video Credits:
Produced by ArtProfiler.com
Engineered by Randi Turkin
Appearance & Reading by Joshua Kight
Music – Claire de lune by Debussy
Abyss in the Ocean – www.getwallpapers.co
Pulling Down Blinds – www.thetwinklediaries.co.uk
Press & Hold – www.asnthanhan.blogspot.com
Mother Earth Animated – www.dribbble.com
Post Apocalyptic City – www.pann.nate.com
Figure Skating Skates – www.gizmodo.com
Hình động Độc Đáo – www.nguyenlongidea.com
Simply Just Beautiful 2 – www.steamcommunity.com
Animated Wire Frame Graphics – www.stephsacks.com
Animal Migration – www.grist.org
Nervous – www.stockmarketresources.info