Eliot York: Favorites

May 2010 Eliot York

Paul Goring

Are you a male or a female?
Manliness

Describe yourself:
An Obscure Writer

How do you feel?
Kind pity chokes my spleen

Describe where you currently live:
Community

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
At the round earths imagined corners

Your favourite form of transportation:
Air and Angels

What’s the weather like:
The Damp

Favourite time of day:
Break of Day

Your relationships:
A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife

Your fear:
The Funeral

What is the best advice you have to give:
Variety

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus

My soul’s present condition:
A Fever

Copyright - Paul Goring 2010

Apr 2010 Eliot York

Maybe Again

Apr 2010 Eliot York

J Christmas

Maybe Again

I shall love diners after Death Famished from a million mile             trek
            Soft dances, whimsical, flowing
       All in time and In step   Effervescent  in its antiquity
   Light penetrates the vociferate soul
                                                                    A blinding silhouette Reveals the true physique
                             casting no shadows
         back, at last, back to the harmony &.                                               surrealism of our sacrarium, our home
no more hours to waste away
                             nothing to signifying
    night from day                                    no need to search for  words to convey
                  As we began                                     we return                                               just as we should
                   our recrudescence revivifies our sainthood
     with No judgment charged upon us
               with no reward for Good                          neither condemned are the noxious
               immoral nor the many many absurd
                                                                For those deleterious malignant calamities must remain incarcerated on Earth
                              from whence it came
                   As we Return once again
               soul cleansed in beatific death
                                                                The physical abandoned with sin

*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Message

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Sara Teasdale

Message

I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so—
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Let not the world fall to its knees too quick

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Joy Ful

Let not the world fall to its knees too quick

Let not the world fall to its knees too quick,
Hold fast your heart and longer hide your love.
The sun's bright candle burning at the wick,
Heart's position stationed as it doth move.
Shakespeare's Sonnets never do compare quite,
His words hold stronger meaning to mine ear.
With pen in hand I hope to see him write,
Across the page, his fluent voice I hear.
His words, like honey, descend off the page,
In a puddle I remain stagnant soft.
Mine heart he has stolen, he can engage,
This heart is his and he may have it oft.
Clear is my happiness what once was not,
All love I hold for him is not forgot.

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Vodka

Mar 2010 Eliot York

Wormwood

*****

It’s clearly a drink
To make you think of nothing
But the kitchen sink