Destiny Supanova

VOLUME 17 - Sky Burial - 3rd Quarter 2009

   

 

1- DREAMWORLD- Go off into a Dreamworld Out of office hours Meters are free after 1.30 On Saturdays in the City Gets me out of bed in the morning But I don’t always need things to do Most of the time when I’m doing things I’m doing things for you When we take the Law Into our own hands It’s always something new Transferring money into different accounts Various reasons various amounts Henrys IV, V, VI, VII, and VIII Meeting for a drinking date

 

2- IN THE FRAME- Reincarnating Dramatis Personae Repeating different mysteries Orange like Danger Like animals with injuries Orange like Danger Like taking a risk Ice Blue of Determination Merging into Orange Pushing the Story From three vantage points In frames about the house Horseman and Poet and you a One Woman Show marking our territories as we go Black like Depression Like Harsh Reality Pink like Solution where Love it is found Plain Wood or Fired Clay In the Past It was Once Divide it in half When you times it by five Sometimes these horses are like aspects of you Imperious and ladylike The agents won’t help us But you’ve now got this far Anything you can do I thought I had done this Well in advance But you know they still fucked me around

 

3- DESTINY SUPERNOVA- Removable Disc (G:) camera copy Email out your fantasies Formatted Drive (E:) Disc of Words and Pictures complete Like the Disc “primummobil(E:)” Hard copies when they hit the street “Samantha’s Hotline” onto DVD Silence the entire room Flatten the neighbourhood And scare off all the Natives Destiny ringtone on my phone Who you’re going to find at the end of that call Building something big for us both Supernova burst the screensaver goes Pubcrawl across entire cities An eighth of it the Amber Ray Most feral of all Orders Destination unknown Working towards it somehow From several different angles

 

4- PEOPLE APPEAR TO ME- Osgiliath and Minas Tirith And Lothlorien too Where the Crowds They have settled And Galadhrim true Pick ‘em up When we need ‘em And spread our Peace Right through A financier, a Lord Mayor, a politician, and two journalists I see All from the Old School A Quinvirate it seems Gates of Hell Door to Magick Where the Power lies Different timing rules For a different location Time Zone delineation Why be in the Infantry When you can be in the Cavalry But completely meaningless so For modern warfare too Planetary Systems I see All your Mythology Son of the Morning these days Over-layered maps Of the same Country Like Polo Grounds overlapping with Horse Liveries Like Destiny in two Capital Cities For different reasons Oranges in ever increasing numbers Then diagrams made of pieces of  Chocolate Oranges in six round balls Three on each side Of a three-sided triangle We all live in the same day But only some survive the night People appear to me Where I go they all come in At any age To address their rights and wrongs I meet them there at any time Before they’ve got that long As smaller discs become a larger one As paper turns into a show