It Surely Appeared to Be Wicked

cover by PatrickB-new biz with MissBee

It Surely Appeared to be Wicked
by PatrickB-new biz with MissBee


It surely appeared to be wicked!
Surely, if I see it right, can it be?
Appeared to me and nothing to cling to!
To emerge an EVIL FACE, when it appeared!
Be calm my heart, for its voice speaks surely:
"Wicked be to appeared surely it!"

The words create a perimeter of terror
around the evil face,
And I am helpless -- (naked, sweating)
-- helpless to rescind my fright!
I know the rigid cliff of insanity
is a place you dare not pace.
Fall, and be pummeled by waves of madness
that exist to douse the light.

A word-train 'round the edges,
a locomotive with its head of steam!
Like in Times Square, the words parade
-- up, down, left, and right.
We wake and walk in the world
and that is the real dream ...
The smokestack belches defiance,
a vapor not quite innocent in white.

Come to The Insane!
Padded rooms with blood from the spigot!
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave,"
warns the nightman bright.
A fresh new mind, an echo-claim, fading:
"That face! It surely appeared to be wicked!"
"Relax," he soothes, "we are programmed to receive.
There's really no need to fight."

It surely appeared to be wicked,
when madness thrust deep inside.
Slick with lust like a virgin's opening thighs,
I ejaculate reason across a naked blight!
Send them away, I agree to say -- the rational reefs of reality
that my memory strokes with pride.
No fear of sin shall I endure, old values I eviscerate.
The vile villains of the void invade me at their delight ...

The face and I are one -- the deed's done.
Waking dreams now wade through wars that I will win.
How azure senses swirl with warm surrender
as my sanity flees screaming into the night.
Metamorphosis complete, into madness retreat;
Glossy scales imbue strength in a newborn's transluscent skin.
Until tomorrow's new frame bestows the clearer sight,
side by side with the evil face my sanity I shall fight.

My old voice whispers to me now
for the last time, resigned.
It says to accept and be calm
and not confined by erstwhile sight.
My eyelids droop and I stare into the evil face,
its brow tortured and lined.
It's mine own, sunken eyes sparked to life,
wrapped in its message-square wound tight.

There is a moment where all lines are crossed
and what was once ceases to be,
Where a pure mind succumbs -- and becomes!
-- this wicked, ravenous wight.
In the shadows before dawn
on that night the face came to me,
I became another and cast away "before"
with all my morphing might.

NOTE: This poem "borrows" a couple lines from "Hotel California" by The Eagles. The etherial journey the narrator in that song takes is not so much different than the one presented here. The quotes are used as memories of the song by the narrator. No attempt has been made to hide this fact or pass on the lyrics as my own. The lines in question are: "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave" and "we are programmed to receive," as well as the concept of the "nightman."