a love song is ridiculous
when the moment of inception
has ceased to inspire,
has soured
and left no means of verifiable support
to identify just what it was that transpired
no means to raise memory
as a surrogate for the actual melody that
was felled by eventual matters that were irreconcilable
vaguely recognizable
the love that inflamed another
now refused, unopened or better yet
barely considered
this refusal,
registered by
clenched fist of arrows and mugwort,
stalks realms where no logic is needed
where everyone who learned the words initially
is invited back again
appropriate or not
the excess members
bandy around the melody
flailing in between the moments
that swell the places meant for uncovering
and invoke the words
to this battered melody
the lips once soft and sweetened by the melody
are left with an apopleptic taste intact
the melody of our song is banished
the sentiments aging, rot in a cabinet of past affections
pouring honeywine
made on cool spring evenings
out in the gutter,
only to find the song
wet, disheveled and broken
clasped in two palms
the bastard melody is brought back to the cabinet
propped up and
referred heretofore
as a misfired emotion
Monday, May 11, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
torn netting
Groan men bloated with ache search out dust,
in efforts to avoid grito.
Grito controls all from inside groan men.
attempted efforts to pulverize ache into dust
will subject groan men to even more grito.
Grito houses ache in the howling caverns of groan men.
Groan men seized by internal entrapment,
bring dagger to sacrum, scalpel to third eye,
razor to voicebox - plunge deep to banish grito.
Grito is wily and ever present,
submerges self beyond layers of ache,
into spinal sluice,
circulates rapidly and teleports
through the fingertips into the waking lives
of all others surrounding groan men.
Groan men, portals to everlasting ache,
submit surrounding others into dust,
deliver unrepentant ache,
achieve nothing close to dust
nor the sound of water in a stream.
Grito transmitted via conduits of historical ache
located within the 1st groan man to walk the land.
The dust of those to come before
had blown swiftly into the line of sight
thus obfuscating all visions of grito release -
formulation of further dust piles.
Piles and piles of dust litter the landscape -
the grito howls cold inside the groan.
The groan man shreds the ache with piles of dust
applied to ever extending landscape -
piles of dust made from others ache -
the dust blows through torn netting -
the groan man is no longer visible -
the shape of ache wavers in the howl of the grito.
the dust slides slides slides down the shape of the mound,
former layers of ache receive bludgeoning caress,
the dust rendering grito amorphous.
The dust becomes the grito's sacrifical wish.
the ache longs for the dust release to nullify grito illiterate.
the grito, shapeless, wanders the winds;
howling dust submits groan men to the ache of the ages.
in efforts to avoid grito.
Grito controls all from inside groan men.
attempted efforts to pulverize ache into dust
will subject groan men to even more grito.
Grito houses ache in the howling caverns of groan men.
Groan men seized by internal entrapment,
bring dagger to sacrum, scalpel to third eye,
razor to voicebox - plunge deep to banish grito.
Grito is wily and ever present,
submerges self beyond layers of ache,
into spinal sluice,
circulates rapidly and teleports
through the fingertips into the waking lives
of all others surrounding groan men.
Groan men, portals to everlasting ache,
submit surrounding others into dust,
deliver unrepentant ache,
achieve nothing close to dust
nor the sound of water in a stream.
Grito transmitted via conduits of historical ache
located within the 1st groan man to walk the land.
The dust of those to come before
had blown swiftly into the line of sight
thus obfuscating all visions of grito release -
formulation of further dust piles.
Piles and piles of dust litter the landscape -
the grito howls cold inside the groan.
The groan man shreds the ache with piles of dust
applied to ever extending landscape -
piles of dust made from others ache -
the dust blows through torn netting -
the groan man is no longer visible -
the shape of ache wavers in the howl of the grito.
the dust slides slides slides down the shape of the mound,
former layers of ache receive bludgeoning caress,
the dust rendering grito amorphous.
The dust becomes the grito's sacrifical wish.
the ache longs for the dust release to nullify grito illiterate.
the grito, shapeless, wanders the winds;
howling dust submits groan men to the ache of the ages.
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