Glorious Monster, a poem by Karima Hoisan at Spillwords.com

Glorious Monster

Glorious Monster

written by: Karima Hoisan

 

Let’s ride our glorious monster until we all fall down.
Along the river’s bank, he bucks and kicks while we hang on.
We have built him out of words and fuming bright audacity…
He’s a fire-breathing furnace of moon struck creativity.

Hang on! Hang on!

We’ll race him against the best and even against Time.
He’s an aurora borealis of light madness and dark shine.
So dig your heels in, and grab handfuls of mane to cling.
He could toss us off a bridge if we don’t learn the way to ride him.

Dig in! Dig in!

He’s a semi- trained colossus who took the bait and ran and ran.
Who put that wild streak in, that made him crazier than our plan?
No matter, if we hang on tight, he knows some places of respite.
We can breathe in richness, catch our breath if we learn to ride him right.

Hang on! Hang On!

Let’s ride our glorious monster until we all fall down.
Along the river’s bank, he bucks and kicks while we hang on.
We have built him out of words and fuming bright audacity…
He’s a fire-breathing furnace of moon struck creativity.

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