Tide that broached my ears. A year is but a moment. I’ve old and simple become. I mourn the quick birds of time. But all I want in lieu of the birds is a fierce song filled with fulgent horns, to puncture the savage joy into the air.
Stripped of the epithet of name, still would I suspect myself of greed, incantations that would take me back, and hold me from the whims: the green slumbering seas.
After the storm, before the sidewalks are plowed, we share the narrow roads with the cars and the busses and the trucks. But the drivers are decent. They drive slow and are careful. I walk pass an old school that sits on a hill overlooking the road. I go down wide flights of steps thatContinue reading “X33”
Oh from the factories the naked flames. And over the highways the dragon clouds. And far out in the distance the city. And should I tomorrow say once had flamed those shimmering lights, and teemed of gods and minions, but say you now merely to me, that once was this a dream.
Unmoored was I in the vast ocean of night, Till morning was to me prophesied: In the gleaming splendour of towering apartments, In unwieldy trucks turning left, Molten gold dripping slow from The ghastly high wires, to settle in snow-melting puddles…