The Web Poetry Corner - Theresa Cecilia Garcia - Crash
Crash
by
Theresa Cecilia Garcia
In the early morning hours
a hero rises
from his slumber.
A samurai from pre-Meiji
transported to modern succession,
where images and language
pattern one's desires.
Cultural vortex.
Dizzying series of transformations.
Breasts are swelling.
Waists are narrowing .
Flaunting cunning artifice .
Syllogisms of color
influx a clever deception of senses .
Eight and ten turns of the sun.
Hubristic elation.
Dark moods despair .
Monotonous cadence,
amidst boorish hymns.
Police bungles,
minority outcasts ,
boardroom squbbles ,
political manoeuvring .
Executions
Spin
like spiders.
Great blue waves crash
against granite.
Without blinking.