You can hear a single point
of madness
trying to breach
a distance
that is not there
Fleets ripple
of turpitude
and colour
your mind
to clear a gap
that is not there
Islands push
a mass
of hymnals
that get you closer
to a pulpit that is not there
The rope of reason
is not what you need
to tie the circular partitioned
that is not there
Breath in
and time
your movement
to balance the givens
that will you life
and make you there
This is my body
the body of the new
and everlasting covenant
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3 comments:
careful with that rope of reason.
;)
wowsers. no doubt.
self-flagellation is very fashionable this season.
great poem, dude.
Covenant, pulpit, hymnals.
I was reading a review on the new weakerthans album and their latest work is iced with Canadian symbolism, much like this poem is layered in church/Catholic symbols.
It made me think of a writing technique where you choose all your nouns first, to some theme, and then write a song around the group. My first reaction to writing like that would be maybe that it's a lot like pop music, where you take a bunch of popular/hip words and write it into a song. Get what I mean? I guess it's a lot like the internet where certain words get lots of hits. It draws certain type of person to the art.
Sidetracked enough? Great poem Carlos.
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