i.
disintegration and melanoma pollute the population
as myths and gods dance in the purifying fire
built with broken bits of comprehension and
last year's intriguing academic ramblings
when you know you do not know, etc…those eastern
astronauts must exist in elegance, beyond the
muddy speculation that the saxons were destined
to deliver to the modern mind
in a few swift strokes, ideas are destroyed—don't
tell me power won't prevail—don't be so naïve my
dear neophyte, my tabula rasa, my ideal form,
left behind in the cave by hungry strangers
"they will return for me," you said, but the mongrels
never read your books, they care n
Pacifier for the Uptight by trotsky-was-my-wife, literature
Literature
Pacifier for the Uptight
How did I find my way
(through endless distraction foggy thought-filled ravines
sunlight scattering dusty window transparent portals)
?
I cried when I realized the world wasn't
--magnificent library intellectual labyrinths
--holy Greek idyllic rumpled pastures
--meant for happy conversation searching epiphanies
--made for me
Cry me a mountain, a wampum valley, a craggy shellfish dune farm, a slot machine…
Do you remember your prophetic Freemason baseball player Jesus Christ
fantasies as you sat on the splinter-laden picnic table enthralled by mystery?
Now you say: Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe!
(Dreams dissipated into
i.
disintegration and melanoma pollute the population
as myths and gods dance in the purifying fire
built with broken bits of comprehension and
last year's intriguing academic ramblings
when you know you do not know, etc…those eastern
astronauts must exist in elegance, beyond the
muddy speculation that the saxons were destined
to deliver to the modern mind
in a few swift strokes, ideas are destroyed—don't
tell me power won't prevail—don't be so naïve my
dear neophyte, my tabula rasa, my ideal form,
left behind in the cave by hungry strangers
"they will return for me," you said, but the mongrels
never read your books, they care n
Pacifier for the Uptight by trotsky-was-my-wife, literature
Literature
Pacifier for the Uptight
How did I find my way
(through endless distraction foggy thought-filled ravines
sunlight scattering dusty window transparent portals)
?
I cried when I realized the world wasn't
--magnificent library intellectual labyrinths
--holy Greek idyllic rumpled pastures
--meant for happy conversation searching epiphanies
--made for me
Cry me a mountain, a wampum valley, a craggy shellfish dune farm, a slot machine…
Do you remember your prophetic Freemason baseball player Jesus Christ
fantasies as you sat on the splinter-laden picnic table enthralled by mystery?
Now you say: Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe!
(Dreams dissipated into