Post by moseley on Jan 8, 2014 2:50:44 GMT -6
oh sugar, let the lamp affix its beam
pour me a deep cup of the light,
for someday I shall be heavy and sink to the bottom
sedimentary sand sifting silkily should someone surmise
surreptitious ends to the running in the middle
shall all but feed the end, and justify no means
except to find them, covered..
Purgatory does not please me nor entice me
in a solitudinous heaven as this crepuscular condition
makes me wish I was the sizzle of bacon in the morning
after the Vespertine activities have delighted themselves
in the sweet refractory period, let me languish avidly
against all odds into this dark hallway I pass and come
again somehow running, full bodied,
into a flowing field, a glowing field of wild flowers
together in a collusion of weeds daring color
far above the cultivated sepals of some flower peddling oligopoly
as if they alone own the definition of beauty for which we all must adhere
but in this small breath, to have to hold to be, now
weaves in a loomless world its form unscripted
we all but follow the patterns none the less screaming
"this will find a way" and "this will save the day"....
save your grocery stamps,
you might need a motherfucking toaster someday.
pour me a deep cup of the light,
for someday I shall be heavy and sink to the bottom
sedimentary sand sifting silkily should someone surmise
surreptitious ends to the running in the middle
shall all but feed the end, and justify no means
except to find them, covered..
Purgatory does not please me nor entice me
in a solitudinous heaven as this crepuscular condition
makes me wish I was the sizzle of bacon in the morning
after the Vespertine activities have delighted themselves
in the sweet refractory period, let me languish avidly
against all odds into this dark hallway I pass and come
again somehow running, full bodied,
into a flowing field, a glowing field of wild flowers
together in a collusion of weeds daring color
far above the cultivated sepals of some flower peddling oligopoly
as if they alone own the definition of beauty for which we all must adhere
but in this small breath, to have to hold to be, now
weaves in a loomless world its form unscripted
we all but follow the patterns none the less screaming
"this will find a way" and "this will save the day"....
save your grocery stamps,
you might need a motherfucking toaster someday.
