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Sorrowful Beings













Neon people remove bindings
resemble shadows
bent in angles. They ask,
is gray black?

The dog brings tidings;
the vulture is left with the leavings

Babel is choked with rising smoke
a ritual of angels
music to collide between rests;
geared time fades on the parchment
morning midday and evening,

night. Gold silver gray and black
tinted by the angel’s roving finger

Mygod is left inside insidious
hammer falling on iron
the sculptures are deaf
prophets no longer breathe
what spins spins ever faster

Old Scratch dazed in the field fire
gargoyle in Neon, the poet’s pen

next or next in ash wood mixed with oil
imprint on shadows
absent of color
flowing.

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  • cvillelisa
    October 26, 2008

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    Is it completely nuts that I get this? Rilke's Angels still got hold of you --

    I think the Angels contemplation of Mankind is sorrowful not that they are sorrowful but their thinking about us is sorrowful (they are out of Time or in All Time maybe so see us as One). We are not forever because we are part of Creation.

    Anyway I think I get this but maybe because I've spent years in your head. However I don't think this is completed - it feels only half baked. Not total. Not whole. Get back to work.

    Needs more fleshing out for Readers to grab on to as you spin us round.


  • IronIcecream
    October 25, 2008

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    no one knows the angle
    of the angels bent
    everyone takes notes on breaking
    might be all they'd ever understand
    before they gild the misery and price the grey
    in black and white

    I'm not sure why
    good poet is synonim to bad actor

    must be the avoided play not the applauses;
    or, even rarer, viceversa


  • Cannonsfire
    October 25, 2008

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    Babel is choked, just as the world chokes on its own bile with the people willing to taste it all as it comes. Shame the poets and writers who give a damn don't have louder voices than the fire from the Hill. Color does run mostly red but I prefer to think its rage and not blood, but I fear its not enough of one and too much of the other. C


  • afroqban
    October 25, 2008

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    whoa, this is a wonderful abstract write. Again you inspire me to write, your touch of class on words is amazing.