Now Playing: Have A Cigar by Pink Floyd
The lights flicker and develop as the Saturday night passes by with its mute poverty and feeble showers. The aging skin of the deceiving emperor runs lovingly over his little son-the toothless prince born of a never-ending dream. The beard lightens and darkens under the sagging eyes as the sultana of skin-deep beauty snores at the back of a luxury car. The adoration is devastating and bound to be pain.
Maybe that is how love is supposed to be. Saved up pain.
With every welt the leather belt (His Majesty’s of course) leaves on The Other (son), the love inches in deeper for the little prince born of a never-ending dream. Like their positions in the sultans kingdom one is as dark as the sun-beaten downtrodden and the other, yellow like the bloodless immortal. My eyes are fixated on the reflection of the picture emanating from The Other-The twitching jaw, the gnashing teeth...
All I really see is a shadow squatting on the Sultans lap. Of a playful child that clambers around and reaches deep into His crevices and His affection with an audacity only love would tolerate. He caresses the sleeping child and smiles a lovelorn smile. He would make it last forever-this Saturday night would stretch over a million light years, piercing right through the ashes of the impermanent.
The Sultana snores, her mouth wide open.
Maybe that is how love is supposed to be. Saved up pain.
With every welt the leather belt (His Majesty’s of course) leaves on The Other (son), the love inches in deeper for the little prince born of a never-ending dream. Like their positions in the sultans kingdom one is as dark as the sun-beaten downtrodden and the other, yellow like the bloodless immortal. My eyes are fixated on the reflection of the picture emanating from The Other-The twitching jaw, the gnashing teeth...
All I really see is a shadow squatting on the Sultans lap. Of a playful child that clambers around and reaches deep into His crevices and His affection with an audacity only love would tolerate. He caresses the sleeping child and smiles a lovelorn smile. He would make it last forever-this Saturday night would stretch over a million light years, piercing right through the ashes of the impermanent.
The Sultana snores, her mouth wide open.
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posted by De.vile at 12:49 PM
8 Comments:
Its wonderful to have a family like this.
I like the sarcasm and cynicism which drips in the piece ..
cheers
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yes, a very drippy piece indeed.
**Maybe that is how love is supposed to be. Saved up pain.
Spot on!
Keshi.
I'ts just fantastic. Yeah, that's really what I think
Sorry. Had to
and it's wonderful to listen to "have a cigar" and see such prose.
Sarcasms my field, it had to show sometime.
I love adoration. Don't regret it. You really shouldn't.
Dlak, If I didnt like you half as much I'da said buzz off.
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