I was at the Left Forum on Friday evening and Saturday. The revolution is still happening. Here is a poem I wrote that expresses my feeling on the revolution: Paradise is wanted. Holy rollers of the market. Sign up on the dotted line. Don’t stop before you started. The social crime is lifted. Prisoners without halos. Jargon re-invested. Words like toothless gaps. The charm of near distance In a disturbing commons. Food raves of swallowed fate. You nibble on justice. You went away to college. Determine another angle. No sleep but dry goods. Odd lots of all phenomena In your newsprint consciousness, And sales of use value, Are bearly visible as gestures In a panoply of head feints. Utopia of the slamming door. The poor wretches dividend. Exucutioner of the ego. Roots of physical time. Blasted pieces of life source. Stray bullets at a carnival After the magician disappears. The awesome brute of form And the space beast. Edges of the sea up to the elbows. A contagion of favellas Caught in a trash patch. Fishes are swimming Once more in that oily soot. Candid, pictorial intelligence Removed from its sacred crypt, By the televisual. Vital indignities Of human interference Roving in the subterranean. The flower is hardly growing. The ice age is advancing. The child is kidnapped by kitsch. I recharge my wish pack. You misplace my elephant. I guess the window is open. Notation is drifting away. Raw metaphors are derided. No one agrees with me anymore. You spoke to me again, Around midnight, Behind the knife and fork Of melancholy. You once had a burning purpose. Your eyes moved without effort. The world was your motivation; But the scorned prism disclosed you In its eight divisible rays of light, And now you are mumbling In an unforgivable darkness.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 17:20:32 +0000
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