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Soon, the last stone
was found in place
and maybe something was said,
there in the breath between wall
and walled-in
sorry, or I am so
tired, or simply amen
ah, God
amen.
was found in place
and maybe something was said,
there in the breath between wall
and walled-in
sorry, or I am so
tired, or simply amen
ah, God
amen.
Literature
cultural dissonance
1.
i have flown around the world and you -
you remind me of home
aunties, uncles, cousins
teta and jiddo
men and women brown
from dry heat and desert sun
but then there are waves
crashing against sandy seashores
and there are palm trees ripe
with falling fruit
fresh at the market
and there are men
fishing at the phoenician wall
it's give and take
and like this land
you are never selfish
2.
i have flown around the world and you -
you remind me of all that i miss
so i'll tell you you're beautiful
when this sense of discord
is poured
down my throat
and dissonance shows up like an eclipse
but you can still find me in the dark
and y
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Until the Lamplighters
plays and subway cars lurch to a standstill we gather our wits up and methodize and fill our hands with the power they say we can’t handle we vandals and Visigoths wielding our candles ‘til the generators should wake from their slumber| as Broadway casts, acrobats all do a number on the streets set to crumble beneath them with all of the weight of their great ancient feeling like blind tightrope walkers who feel their way forward their bravado follows me up through the gutters and I’ll trail them, listless until the lamplighters come by to help us trim the wicks on the lanterns we keep in our pockets in case we should need them (though just now we haven’t provision to feed them) we’ll sit here carousing by the light of their oil their conflict minerals, immortal coils well, I call that progress I’ll drink if I need to I’ll pay you back later I promise, I’ve got you and just for a minute we’re all trapeze artists affixed at the wrists in mid-air—I won’t drop you a line after
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Technically Lecture Poems 2.5. This one is a little heartfelt.
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