Icosahedron: An Original Poem by Keith Ferrera

          Icosahedron

Nimbus, surrounding and unseen

is radiating there.

Unnoticed, always encompassing,

but never aware.

Strung together like dolce chords,

sparkling Paranada.

Hums like sound and force.

Completing, 'round skull, alienza.

The incredible Icosahedron,

exploding Sardonic Man.

Vegesimal, mind expanding, incurable.

Incredulous, vacant stare.

Atheist and loving, Homoscedastic

solecistic Epoch.

Halcyon solmization.  Soliloquizer of

Spatiotemporal Posey Phenomenon.

Trapped in the ivory phylactery,

glowing felonry of the brain.

Fastidious and immovable imbroglio.

Effervescent, Efficacious Manifesto.

Dervish phrenetic diatribe, omnificent,

inversive, irate, ironic, incorrupt.

Hyperbolic, gregarious working-class.

Intellectual, bias, bemocking of bourgeoisie.

We are the Hipster Children, born,

in a Shag Carpet and Corduroy Age,

of Contra-Culture Hippies, turned,

Hippy-Crates, Yuppies, Changeling Middle-Age.

"I" is one word trapped,

in marionette cocoon.

But "We" all collaborate with strings.

(with the exception of the intransigent few.)

Steal your mind back

from the Juggernaut Ju-Ju.

Of conformity and comfort,

the Lullaby of Zombie Television Voodoo.

Knocking you dead

with "Must-See T.V.".

Inoculation of Subconscious

with Insentient Palsy Disease.

Irradiated Video Media Junkies.

Mind methodically devolved into Drammock.

Dreaming of sleep in infomercial haze.

Trying to move, but forfeiting to the crust.

Satyriasis, saturnine creeping satiric.

Republican Clown Prince of "Grub Street ".

Gruesome News Hacks,

gluttonous for the grudge.

Eating themselves from the inside out.

Entente Dexter entanglement.

Be careful what you wish for.

"Don't lie now, that's what you meant!"

Ring around Baghdad,

Pocketful of Hazmat,

Pre-emptive action, Pre-emptive action,

They all fall down!

No matter...,those 16 words...

(Hail to The Thief)

...They are Your Epilogue!

(Jail to The Thief)

I am Calliope, just glass.

Caballero; circumvents the by-word.

Novellero, smooth and awakening.

I am Sashimi; Rosetta and Vitrified.

Viva La Vituperation.

Leaving it behind, a

Tragedienne passing through the Torii.

Tears and Tatterdemalion, Transvestite and Gray.

The Five Years ended in 1977.

All there is, is his blood now,

hot. And mind jumping and beautiful.

Don't think you knew you were in this poem?           

- Written By 'Siva de Ferrera [a.k.a. Keith Ferrera]

Copyright © 2020 'Siva de Ferrera (a.k.a. Keith Ferrera)