Sanity came home today,
it was a brief visit.
Offered her tea, coffee, a brontosaurus rib?
She demurely declined all.
I tipped my top hat
and gently offered the
keys
shaped in laughter and fear.
She accepted them,
hesitantly, excused herself,
then ran out the door.
Didn’t know anything
sane could scream such octaves.
Turned a kiss to my muse,
glad she decided to stay.
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opened the world of poetry for me. Prior to reading it, I was convinced that poetry was nothing but tomes written by dead, anglo men who knew nothing about our modern times. This poem along with other influences, started my path and ultimate success into the poetry and artistic world of self-expression. Radio Memories was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet and I’ve also included my spoken word track of the poem that’s part of my spoken word album by the same name. Hope you like it.
King George’s Angel Embrace Final by Rod C. Stryker
It must
discourage the angel
that enfolds you,
holds you,
to watch these crimes
explode around you,
confounds her wings
in blood and rage.
A wink and a kiss
spark a flame
between guardian
and monarch
consummated
in exquisite
acts of contrition
pirouetted amongst
the bodies and souls.
Your angel’s tears
play taps
as your bombs
gouge craters
in sweet disaster.
You fan the flames
that singe her wings
against skies
rolling in
smoke and betrayal.
The burning flesh
smells like heaven
to you.
Long live the king.
by
Rod C. Stryker
This poem and art photograph were published in my current book, Lucid Affairs (Sun Arts Press). If you’d like to get a copy, click here: https://squareup.com/market/sun-arts-press