(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone collaboration)
you write a bold anthem
within this junkyard fantasy
black omens rise above
secrets etched in the woodgrain
ball busting atomic winters
i was made for this
murder for ransom with notes
written on war paper planes
traveling in dream time
in a post-apocalyptic suicide mission
tragedies will circle the ruins
half past noon
riddles are found etched
on the bones of our ancestors
maybe the origin of
mockingbird affairs are
found there
the prophet will graffiti
the city with forged promise
ask questions to the burning tree
shadows that bend backward
disappear
but i tell you
they do come back
with razorblade edges
in their eyes looking for
deep throat advances
this world has plenty
of origami lifelines
crashing them into manic
moon waves
reading scriptures
from the book of mirrors
under a dark veil
you turn a page and say
you can’t win them all
so with that i say
i’ll keep your balls
right where i want them
for now
(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)
Lady on a Wire 