Crooked Thoughts Poem by Matt Western

Saturn sulked yesterday and put a halt
Grounded like a heavy lightning bolt

An unsightly quarrel revolts in my mind
Tetchy feelings where the pattern resides

To all celestial flings, contorting whims
Spinning in gliding fashion

The sycamore wings
The dandelion seeds blowing in the wind
Through the air that brings

Contortion and renegade snares
Nature’s formalities hard to bear
Cordoning a swarm of arrows so as to tare
Short aim squared with root logic of pairs

While the hovering flame of desire
And alchemical derived fire
Rising like cathedral spires
Expires the weak minded feeble retired

Cereal box philosophies
Spawned in pretentious prophecies
Left in modes of autonomy

The media pawns with lawless creed
Shortening our tolerance in these
Torments of patience and corporeal need

Those Popes, bishops, deacons
Invoking with shining beacons
The loathe some crimes we’d hope
Would slide and fade away and float

Where promotion of injustice indecent
Roams in a sea of so trying and persistent

Genesis played over a satin silhouette
Seven sisters of Satan there to make you sweat
Mark of the beast masked only by regret
Spokes of the hub through which they inject
Depictions of heresy switched to preset
Lacking honesty with infliction when made to elect