Phantom [Eulogy for the Unknown].
(Asleep)
A phantom doorbell clearly ringing
and the whale soup sea is spinning
but the net can’t catch no meaning
.................................I can eat.
(Awake)
The mundane light–bulb now defunct
a corpse that in the ground is plunked
our flask-of-clay with blood is cracked
....................................and spent.
Labels: ΚΑΚΟ-ΠΟΙΗΣΗ, ΞΕΝΙΤΕΊΑ
1 Comments:
And almost an Elegy.
Repertoire: Leonard Cohen, "Amen".
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