incredible saboteur

Posted: May 29, 2013 in My Poetry
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bones where our fathers sleep

forgotten beneath the stairs,

theater of the virgin daughter has begun

left the abyss

rode naked beneath a harvest sky,

flowers once cast upon the river

caught by rising fishes

their illiterate world

tensed and sure,

this has to be the darkest season

of blood not drawn by knife

but fear of the morning hill,

normal day without monsters

forged on sleeping mental despair,

no amount of her is aimless,

violets had been crushed on the lawn

buzzards had become trapped in

rivers sediment,

wrapped in fabric woven with

delusion and anagrams of what

love should of brought,

bands of gold encircle retinas flourish,

she has found a new way

more than chromosomes shared with

other mammals,

she raises a visible alarm,

society dissected under assured touch

and found the moon wanting,

no more to be buried side by side

eternal would be joy and dance,

then we sleep

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Comments
  1. reocochran says:

    I see a lot of meaning in this, but will be too timid to interpret. But am in awe of your use of words and descriptions. Thanks!

  2. I’m puzzled by this piece. At first I though of soldiers, then my mind wandered to the depths of the ocean…a quandary indeed.

  3. This has a feel of the mythic and almost surreal reality that touches truth. Then we sleep.

  4. intense imagery, shifting on and on…nice progression in them though…no amount of her is aimless…i like that line…like the gold bands around the eyes as well…

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