Dance age in a mystic cognoscenti world view,
me comprehending stoically the dream nadir
magic screen image drawn in black blood,
leather headgraph of a handsome boy,
sans fists after the dogfight.

His fight for love spins off into the curtain of everydayness,
a pretender with sound
and hysterical occult faculties.

I attempt to explain the disaster,
the robot of the scientific mind
up on superconscious art and its sister, Death…

And a key to the bleeding picture career
of Christian domination,
the vampire dream blown in a future of my precognition,
the downfall of my time experience
as Johnny, the Wonderboy,
superbeing in fiery white leather,
black metal mylar for hair
and a mystery hormone on my mind.

copyright,  © 1989, 2007 Chris Desjardins pka Chris D.

composed circa 1976-77; originally published in DOUBLE SNAKE BOURBON  

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