Post by Roadpan on Mar 24, 2003 18:09:18 GMT -5
I cry
In the wilderness,
Aloof in my
Integrity.
Night bends me,
On occasion,
To meet the folk
Holding sovereignty
Like bibles
Strapped to bombs.
Forward, I
See the champaign
& an eye
Of river
Needing bled:
Foul urine wind
rigid premature
Sand-glass toggles
Pierce my view.
Estranged, march
Forward, I do,
Gathering a young
Girl, naked near
A spent bomb,
Where, molested,
By nature,
By man,
By me,
By bibles
& nuclear thunderstorms,
She prays
In her knee-chin curl:
Hair-matted blood
Seed strands like roots
Of dead flowers
Growing, wind-swept
Death bloom chilling
Her fingers
When wrapped
Around the stern
Of my head.
She smiles—
Dirty, broken, sour—
Against my eyes,
& I cry,
Ashamed
In the light of her
Sympathetic mien.
Roadpan © 2003
In the wilderness,
Aloof in my
Integrity.
Night bends me,
On occasion,
To meet the folk
Holding sovereignty
Like bibles
Strapped to bombs.
Forward, I
See the champaign
& an eye
Of river
Needing bled:
Foul urine wind
rigid premature
Sand-glass toggles
Pierce my view.
Estranged, march
Forward, I do,
Gathering a young
Girl, naked near
A spent bomb,
Where, molested,
By nature,
By man,
By me,
By bibles
& nuclear thunderstorms,
She prays
In her knee-chin curl:
Hair-matted blood
Seed strands like roots
Of dead flowers
Growing, wind-swept
Death bloom chilling
Her fingers
When wrapped
Around the stern
Of my head.
She smiles—
Dirty, broken, sour—
Against my eyes,
& I cry,
Ashamed
In the light of her
Sympathetic mien.
Roadpan © 2003
