#1
I

aall night long I hope lazily,
around the lake,
about the bay,

an attempt at reconciling absence is
dismissed for it is what constitutes my
my-ness

i set to untangling-
the clouds from my
brows, the moon from my
tea, the tea from my moon,
the other from my
memory-

is isn't lonely,
it is loneliness,
as if such & such a summation may
valorize such alterity.

to thee final furrows of
madness, encased within the bits of
my negations, a sail-less ship in a
bottle opaque, from which i sing the
songs i sing, all the while reveling in the
despair they joyously bring.

II

so the angels cry!
hurrah!
hurrah!
& as do i,
in the morning of the empty bed,
in the summer of the delirious dread,
Elsa calls to me in absentia, & her
inflections fill my head

i will be less declarative;
happiness is both wretched &
unobservant, it passes & I
go unnoticing

III

Elsaa, migrant word,
you pass through my
binoculars,
on your way
to.


Last edited by rushmore at Apr 26, 2014,
#2
this is super tasty. i love the ebb and flow and wordplay. it straddles grave severity and playfulness, a hard thing to do. not sure i can offer an advise, super nice read, thanks.
#4
Amazingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggguh.

マリ「しあわっせはーあるいってこないだーからあるいってゆっくんだねーん 
いっちにっちいっぽみーかでさんぽ
 さーんぽすすんでにっほさっがるー 
じーんせいはっわんつー!ぱんち・・・


"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching

#5
finally
Quote by Arthur Curry
it's official, vintage x metal is the saving grace of this board and/or the antichrist




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theguitarist
minterman22
tateandlyle
& alaskan_ninja

#9
Wow. Thanks for the positive responses from old, familiar faces. It is nice to here from you all. I think this piece has potential, but I need to clean up some clumsiness.

To the last person, it is a poem and won't be put to music.