Everything’s a ceremony
in the arena of the damned
Beneath the glare and excess,
there’s a sadness knowing
beatitude’s nowhere to be found
Banality breeds the vanity blues
and death cults of personality
Drugstore cowboys
and reverse cowgirls
are automatic cliches
There are more lives in transit
than a downtown bus station
but everybody takes a ride
on the Catherine Wheel
This is Nathanael west country
where the sturm und drang of prestige
turns into sugar water
and the air strangles worse
than Ken Bianchi in 1977
Its less a city of angels
and more the gates to hell
The Marquis De Sade
would feel right at home
Michael N. Thompson likes bacon, cats and fantasy football. His poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals including Word Riot, Toronto Quarterly and San Pedro River Review. He is the author of four poetry collections, the most recent being A Murder Of Crows published by University of Hell Press. www.michaelnthompson.com
