"wellwater" poems
A spectrum of different experiences happen to come together
side by side they faithfully converge
so many faces have known a spectrum of different experiences
Seeing from years of old alongside the watery time
many psyches seduced by mysteries
roaming the earth and the air and seeing from years of old
An auspicious collaboration with one single life then another
falling into the same chance for fortune
falling in to become part of the auspicious collaboration
Dripping with sweat from hundreds of generations
gathered in the midst of an echoing journey
looking up looking around looking forward
meet me exactly in the middle again
dripping with the sweat of hundreds of generations
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
i'm bad luck. struck sad and oblate
weary, dedicated to the swearing ground.
chivalric pulp, my pages
don't bind like they used to.
rhyme me sad. adder fluent, sistines
vaunt these heads of mine. but wise
enough to feel these molecules murmer
and mouth the corvid in the wellwater.
annihilated profiles in my coming wake.
i am bad luck and prose. slipped
my shadow, i walk a bare life.
not broken anymore. not here all the way.
don't canter.
never could.
haven't loved. will
of a ghost. hell, i see ancestors
trailing behind me
in a mass of quadruped brutes
black as the day i was born
and sounding a great horn
made of gold and unprophecy,
babblings of a river older than talk.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC