for the few.
“What do they wish?”
The history of medicine:
Willing a more
as racist as dawn's flooding pangaeic moon
Learning a thought
that prayed to the rising million
Brooding in a hush
of murmurs' purring, staccato
In the high noise,
thick loss of urban fate
mimicked
The little jokes of the awake.
Realizing there is another way,
we mold to the fading
holes of light
with a frail groom
Pungent
Sweeping the dirt unto a mad croon
that explains why the only face is still hiding,
scared of the pirates' golden noon
Talk of visions shone fake over a desert wilderness
streaming towards the fantastic
A tire sparks
Rancid ghouls appear
mangy as modern lands
Controlled by the mind of unborn dreaming
as our mundane praise sickens the grieving
Erasure of a loveless burden
"For the intensity of an aspiring fear?
towards the weird?"
Linguistic tribes
pour over their bandaged fingers of torrent
for one emotional quake
Staring alas into the invisible frame of a point blurred
in the enamored blessing of a groveling old Jew
randomly guessing in a phrasebook of risky laughing
To the nervous body of tradition,
tortured by the hours of sitting
in tragic rooms
oblivious to all the news in the world
Of gross and entombed friendships
with the eternally dead
Subject
To writing possibilities in the voice
of a suicidal mage
Thanking the lessons of the flesh
in an impoverished state
Willing a more
as racist as dawn's flooding pangaeic moon
Learning a thought
that prayed to the rising million
Brooding in a hush
of murmurs' purring, staccato
In the high noise,
thick loss of urban fate
mimicked
The little jokes of the awake.
Realizing there is another way,
we mold to the fading
holes of light
with a frail groom
Pungent
Sweeping the dirt unto a mad croon
that explains why the only face is still hiding,
scared of the pirates' golden noon
Talk of visions shone fake over a desert wilderness
streaming towards the fantastic
A tire sparks
Rancid ghouls appear
mangy as modern lands
Controlled by the mind of unborn dreaming
as our mundane praise sickens the grieving
Erasure of a loveless burden
"For the intensity of an aspiring fear?
towards the weird?"
Linguistic tribes
pour over their bandaged fingers of torrent
for one emotional quake
Staring alas into the invisible frame of a point blurred
in the enamored blessing of a groveling old Jew
randomly guessing in a phrasebook of risky laughing
To the nervous body of tradition,
tortured by the hours of sitting
in tragic rooms
oblivious to all the news in the world
Of gross and entombed friendships
with the eternally dead
Subject
To writing possibilities in the voice
of a suicidal mage
Thanking the lessons of the flesh
in an impoverished state
January 9, 2010
Waking in my room in Calgary
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