Your message came earlier tonight
about a Montana Milky Way sky –
Then I bled Jesus like a mule skinner
at twilight – a vain harness of extraction.
I listened at first, drawn intonatingly to your voice
dripping with rainbow talk high above our ranch –
scattering universal horizons while I played
it back for music men made of bone.
You brush the hem of my hymnal coat;
stark blazing mad with reason against
my song-self oblivion; bestowed with grace on a
ground-level frequency; lapping lusciousness.
My jealousy strafes broad across your impression,
copiously sentencing promises known,
and all your rapid movement spins me into
a melting pot of sound I can only dream of tasting.
And when I listen, I listen well…
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
Has it really been that long since we spoke?
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this is so beautiful. third stanza i love...and that ending is sexy. it is tasty and sexy...you haven't written something in a long time, you better get busy...
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too busy moving an entire office of "cage pacers". November - just wait...i'm writing, but i'm just keeping it to myself. cost ya a nickel to see it all...
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ok, but all i got is Canadian...
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I'll take Canadian - I got 3 Canadian t-shirts...
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Well this is just freakin' awesome. I am so totally partial to bleeding Jesus - that is one heck of a hyperbole right there. When is the next spaceship for reality leaving? I think I may have missed it.
Kick arse poetry and not something I read everyday, which makes it a treat.
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what's reality? I know for sure it has nothing to do with television... thanks for reading and the exuberance in your reply. nice
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you must be high on a ridge somewhere chanting in the big sky metaphor of your tribe the 'vanity vanity' of a pining heart, and for some reason, i want to spin an l.p. of leon redbone who, like you, has more talent in his little finger than pop poets in their whole hymn-wallering frame. ciao. -earbonephish
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Very cool ending! You've got a lot of interesting images vying for supremacy in this piece. That ending, though, ties in your opening lines so nicely!
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Like making onomatopoeia-crazed love to Webster himself.
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you do realize that Webster is my dead dog, right?
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Yikes. My name's Brittany and not only do I fornicate noisely with dead dogs, I make sure and tell the owner publicly.
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should I be concerned?
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Not at all. I'm a perfect gentleman.
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You always have such a great ending...
this was fantastic, literally and figuratively. yep.
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Wow. There is some really great things in here. I love your word choice, your imagery, and the piece as a whole.
The picture goes amazingly with this write.
Thank you so much for sharing this poem with us.
-Kati
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