Tuesday, January 12, 2010

5. whitener solstice

seek thee on eBay
your fave darb of yesteryear

sleep on the job or don't sleep at all
they run out of orange cones

they have the language of rationality but not reason
no reason for anything they do

What if they should proceed this time?
The hands moan

across the overpass alone
hoping it won't give

the arc of a legend
shapes melt in a crowd glare
the ley-lines we walk
whisper of oread

kindle a durable fire
i call the violet dragon
having never lost the road
or abandoned its pidgin

parables of gold
halfway home at Beltane


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