I appear to be in "kneel on the ground-shake fist at the sky" mode.
... classes need to start so that I can be translating the dark soul of socialism into leaves and light.
Oh well. I don't think I'm even going to title it, but since this appears to be all I can write just now--and not overtly megalomanical...
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I will--I will
I will break myself on the wheel
rolling the boulevards
I will turn my head back
at the stars, and give them my gaze
who don't answer
between the hard earth
and the cold clear sky
we are too soft
smeared
like the stars are hung
we are strung onto our bones
and for their sake, we walk
and by the ground's grace
we walk, and we return it our shadows
well, God
I'll bind myself to the wheel
and break along my spine
and I will smear myself
on the asphalt
with the sky clear above me
until I am nothing but a glistening
a wavering reflection of stars
for this service, Lord:
spare me your Heaven.
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dusk, and the porchlight
gleams yellow, in the blue seeping shadows
and there is smoke in the air
and the wind in the bamboo
rustles and hums on my skin
there is, perhaps, the shadow
of a lap
the suggestion of a head
of a hand,
and the rest fades
into dark, into wall
and on the great high road to Heaven
a trail, rocks bare
sinks, down to the light
Friday, May 29, 2009
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2 comments:
the inflections of tone .. and the splash of colors are quite disturbingly beautiful ..
"for this service, Lord:
spare me your Heaven."
.. powerful lines .. those..
How have you been ? will take some time going through all your work that I missed .. skimmed through some but your words always need more than one read ..
thanks for the kind words in my absence .. :)
oh I'm so glad you're back!
write something, mah dear--I'm sure you must be chock-full, right now.
"disturbingly beautiful"--I'll take it! I think they've all been disturbing, recently (say, since 2008, eh?)... not all of them beautiful ;). s
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