Saturday, January 10, 2004

posted by: copernicus on 1/10/2004 03:57:00 AM
A friend I hadn't seen in a while gave this back to me. I forgot I'd even written it one drunken night in his kitchen.

Chain of one
The moon is my goddess
Crush the delirious urges
For they rob you of vision
Drooling watching t.v.
And sitting near a repulsive void
Think
You must recall an essential time
A forest of winter
With an elaborate symphony
Of purples, shadows and whispers
Ask why and stare
For they could never produce a picture
As beautiful and sad
As my drunk tongue
Dream of a cool summer storm
And sleep beneath the sky
Not under the lazy rock
Of rusting worship
Like most men live.

8-4-98
Magnetic Fridge Poetry
Miami
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I think Magnetic Fridge Poetry is one of the coolest things ever invented.