A sigh is a barebacked rider, soundless along a sandy coast, A candle tipped with starlight, wheeling in a cosmos of smoke, A firefly floating on the ruins of the wind like a winged gyroscope, A skull in the stomach whose teeth are my own and breathes With Babel’s thousand tongues telling fragrant untruths.
we built a tower up to heaven reaching up and out to Him curious to what’s beyond united in our purpose then
one tongue one mind one hand we climbed
and was it wrong to search the sky? to know the angels, brush their wings? was it wrong to meditate? to equate ourselves to kings?
and when He deemed we rose too high He brought the tower to the ground colored flesh and broke our tongues with a hard hand held us down
remember the tower
and was it wrong to search the sky with all those stars we looked upon? to see the truths eluding us? to know what heaven lies beyond?
The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
we climb higher and higher in our ivory towers land is at a premium a square foot a king's ransom so we dwell among the clouds eye to eye with the birds though never know their freedom we are with the stars though we burn out their celestial light we can whisper in God's ear though above the clatter he may never hear us
In the proud of the night (well past the community allowance of social mirth) curfew has been ignored on mass
The town is flooded with its near full population on the streets
Intelligence is lost in the mob formation all tender that something is frowning that a ‘big thing’ is about to happen
How do you speak out in this field ? Town Cryer An old fashioned post but still held Professional, he strikes out a pound against the atmosphere
Might I hold your attention Good People Gods People may I bend your ear ? Upon my authority Mark my words And As Goodly subjects of our fare town I ask that you return to your abodes Account for your household Barrier your threshold Tend a warm hearth And wait out this night Praying as family As unit bond And union under Gods kind eye
The Cryer has given direction Repeating to all the gatherings he comes upon
By his office he has told them to swear off
The public move Infected by the nights vibration Addled and inflamed Disperse Crowds coward together And relax apart Walking foal, new to footfall Unsecured Sparks in the dark Unguided and untested Weapons into the criminal night New spawned characters Fused Laughing giddiots, scolders, prancers Diners, not surgeons Fledded on venoms Sense riders
As their individual monsters grow they distance one another They pepper Repeating the town Strays of mess opportunity Few go straight home
A remattered night is made place An unpracticed costume horror No dress rehearsal here ! A remattered night is made
and then the churches not a climbing peel not the telling of bells but an absense felt a spirit skin hammering out the pressure the clung tongues of worry Babel Tolls
Fellowing then following and opposing this A deprevision blow to the senses a ballooning calm A nature of electricity makes itself stage, tone and is source of beacon A strobe of invitation past the the mid mark of night
This is verse ? of an ongoing project. It overlaps words I’m using in current poems.