Friday, September 07, 2012

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.

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1 Comments:

Blogger the Idiot Mouflon said...

And almost an Elegy.

Repertoire: Leonard Cohen, "Amen".

8/9/12 14:09  

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