Neon Soot.

I am the ashtray of existence,

gathering
gathering
gathering particles.

Incessant ashen grind.

Judge, Jury and Executioner;

a stylized portrait of Lucifer,

troubadour on an animate shelf,

wave crested by immolation

of self.

Verdict:
Indictment of dirt and gravel.

Gavel:
By the power vested in me
I decree
I’ll never bring my head down from these ecstasy-laden clouds.

Day in, day out
languishing in cylical
fear and wonder and doubt,

and without
scream or kick or shout
I ponder the thunder
just beyond the breach in my coal-stained essence;

yes,

yes I am the ashtray of existence
but they’re smoking technicolored
revelry.


Willie Watt

9/11/14

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