This week is a full on audio project. I'm hoping to do more like this in future, a combination of audio and visual. As usual, it'll be simple videos -- photo, art work, etc., but nothing too fancy. This time around I wanted to experiment with a little verse and music. "From Flowers, Piranhas" is intended as a B-movie inspired poem. Every other element around it is supposed to tie into that theme. Hey, it's Halloween, so I want to delve into the fun, spooky side of the season. The poem is below. I've got nothing else to add except I hope you enjoy it.
“From Flowers, Piranhas” Leaving shrouded streets For open farm fields Throw away the suitcase A treasure trove Reliquary reminder of corpses That used to be family. A brief prayer Cigarette playing censer Watch the smoke roll heavenward Then, all words spent, Flick a comet across the sky. Never mind where it lands, An ancestral ruin beckons A long lost shard Remnant of a portrait In stained glass Shattered by flowers. Cadillac as best friend Carries decades backward Into a town decay visited, And not enough interest Left the job incomplete, Though rosy residents Seem to claim Sunshine fills an open grave Like warm water in winter. Houses abandoned to orchids Line an avenue No one goes down. If only all cancer Could be so beautiful. Find the mausoleum Masquerading as a mansion, Remnant of bygone success DNA couldn’t carry. Wander cobwebbed halls Passing photos oddly reflective, Unfamiliar yet similar Faces staring without warning What grows in the garden. Winged homunculi gestate In mammoth roses, Stalks coated in meat hooks Thorns defending Lethal butterflies Emerging from petal cocoons Glowing neon fluttering Hungry all night long. At home in the bone pile, Another skeleton in the closet Picked clean by pulchritudinous piranhas, Watches the fairies fly.