Where craziness of dreadful dreamy doors
were sprouting brimstone braille for passing clowns,
and tape recorders sold in flower stores,
were filled with netherworldly unknowns sounds:
amazing music with an echo from its halls;
unthrottled engine beats and lucid words
once told in city of loquacious walls.
The city where the mayors sang with birds.
and drywalls spelled the language of the law
as citizens were silent slaves to stones;
where bricks and mortar-gods were held in awe,
and bleeding hearts were turned to bones.
But once from walls of Babel we were free
With walls inside we’ll never more agree.
Linked to Real Toads where Kerry challenge us to change a booktitle to a new title for a poem. I will also link this to Poetry Pantry.
January 17, 2014