Thursday, June 19, 2008

Untitled Poem

Sliding down routine
This terrifying cosiness
The sky a mediocre grey
Stuck in ochre stains of the democratic sun
Incanting the murmuring breeze

Is this all there is? he dreams,
floating affray, drifting away in an aura boat,
babbling out in apostrophe, assonance and appearance
Divined cliche of floating dreams
His ochre voice and muttering a
grey intonation of the sheepish sun

Let me be disturbed
worshipping voodoo haystacks and tattoo spirits
Piercing gods insisting desire
Another way to sing
Of the gloom and all pervading heaviness of meaning

Let me not be ashamed
Nor let my enemies triumph over me

No comments: