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The Rapture |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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A good hundred miles Loaded paint cans echoing through A 29 shot gun atrocity salute On residential streets and broken pavements Leaning on a ruined overcooked egg At seventy-five miles per hour Rocketing cells, ground highway patrol men Bursting through Pine Barrens Watchers revive any breath Like a conference call, with strategic effects Dressed in fatigues, gathering human rednecks Bragging about the unfastened zippers of Upper class lying at half-mast Once fraternity pledged Now grabbed hard by the ear Jerking and squeezing every wrist Expelling dignity, and anything else mentionable Indigestion craves a lifetime Pepcid I dreamed about uniformed woman Opening up old wounds Groaning master’s degrees While not one face, faced the sea Their mother’s calculating ivy leagues Telling them what to wear I’m stopping to collect clam shells Bringing each one up from the sand like a diamond gem Washed in by the ocean…movements were all reverent Over the years…quite significant Though I stop to wonder about the schools Where did they go? Returning to my home, where it’s still safe Hard packed with sand and camouflaged spray paint Waiting for some magical day, Forgetting to paint a cross on my door Supposing Nature’s got her reason for everything Turning to the business at hand A lifetime of observations…waving their hands Whispers where the next meal might be coming from While, pulling sunlight from the now smoked filled air For a moment I shiver A mist rose colored sky, still trying to peek through Thinking of the heartbreak of solitude with no name Watching gulls still flying north, less & less each year Thinking bout the bloodstream of fall And the pale wrist of man Loving warm summer nights like these While staring at the sister hood of the beach Of trees once bright green Will night take hold once more? Shaking off that enormous worldly smell I reach deep into the sea water Where a ghostly fish puts his cheek on my forearm “Man’s loneliness is contagious”, he whispers Always searching for the invisible Never seeming to make it past 2nd grade Yet still knowing how to give change Each cohort of time, runs its own Holocaust Remembering blown up photographs of democracy Wondering how many have to wither for social equality? And I still foster the idea If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, Compliment it! So much for technology? Where are the Master’s now? Their art, their work, their secret codes? How many will die before they are recognized? Shrugging my shoulders, looking back at the fish Realizing, this was all mental correspondence He smiles, and I know…that someday Things will fall apart, innocence is drowning Darkness will drop it’s gaze The waiting will begin a new day And no one will remember the noise The Code smiles & winks with focus Revelations…universal and/or privet Lost ten tribes will be found New meanings define tribulations As well as, religious fixations |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
LeeJ, this was a brilliant and generous write.  ....jo (and note, I would never try to fix it!) |
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