"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Return of the 9-liner

I'm posting this well aware that it is a first draft of a poem since revised. But I can't find the revision. So I may just have to revise again. But anyway, a peek.

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Over one year in, over two years in, O where to begin accounting?
Abacus & fine comb Kit Smart was right: let us kneel in the street.

Another horrible weekend shouldn’t mean much. Green & sorrow destroys
Renewal, easter egg, come Armageddon come. My friend

Says that darkness is necessary, says that God is real, listens to death metal & shop
lifts, says his prayers to the Virgin Mary & Thomas Merton, calls me “Son.”

December churns in our collective stomackes. When I said “that’s hot,” you said
“honey, I think it’s just the mustard.” & with weeping, laughter too, and well,

That which burneth thy tongue will also set you free. Cold clear day ahead.

[12/14/2007]

2 comments:

Tony R said...

And wouldn't you know it--the spacing's all fucked up. Sigh.

A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz said...

Hey, it looks good to me. Nice work, my friend.