Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge

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Stray planks, all of it, stray planks
on a wide foam, fingers cling, call up
myths or guesses to travel the hours.
Tales of hid nests burnt in a bolt,
a jaw’s snap, an old blood vessel damned
breaks & finally goes. At dawn a young voice sings.
Neither despair nor hope proof of the other.
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lii. A Dreamland Narrative
Find music in a sheered heart’s hour,
peculiar thrum in aching blood,
sadness descending rhythms, music
when warmth & light gone, shutting doors &
grim knowing. Bruised apples, the dented wall.
Some eat others, slowly, because they can.
Nod, burn the canvas, let Art sparkle
back to air, uncollect thought, unremark
color, the raising shape in flesh & nature,
sweet & suffering view of pine & cruisers.
Burn its matter & its every reason.
Some eat others, & get hungrier for it.
Genes & chance number up the world,
why one man eats his meal in shade
& another in tower. Why one man nods
& another is shifted. Why one man cuddles
his God in coins & another cries out.
Some eat others, with bullets, with ideologies.
Yonder a clearing shaped like a temple
in full moonlight, all may pass through,
none may stay. Some bring a long siren
of wishes, collected in pages, girded in
prejudice & artillery. An iron path & its result.
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