How to eulogize
the death of my thought
my afterthought
my thought of nothing
my frustration with it all.

A burning semblence
of the impermance of my art
A sacrificial lamb to the gods
apocrophyl and all-consuming

Squinting eyes from the all-encompassing sun
reflecting heat gaseous
and dribbling up
through viscous space

Honey sweet your hair in my face
The wind in gusts
The water spilled dry

The empathy
I feel
Your ego
my concern

Lets burn in the high desert
as one
and join
our imperceivable modes of expression together

In the last great extinction
the extinction of man
the extinction of thought

The pinprick in our hearts
bloody beet red
blossoming with the passion
of tear drops

The sailor left a white rose for his lover whom he will never see again
For she lies limp in the fornicators naked arms
And he will sail to oblivion living
a life he'll never be able to tell

Its in the stary stellate
white and charming
rivers run-off, gullies and pools
of stagnation

Tattered cloth
soothes the air with its strokes
its wisps of air
its cotton soft tear
that fringes its edges

Like your soul
the weight it carries,
it can not bear
silent in the moment
of eyes flooded with somber sincerity
Tonight is the night
you contemplate it all
where empty bottles, glass thick and distorting your eyes
wide and angled, nose long
and forehead broad

Contain the essential lapse of ingredient
the comfort of life in Fall

The colors, the crisp smells
the heavens cool nights
the darkened days, the shadowed faces
Like cumin and cardamom
essential for just right
the next breath we inhale
a season for the eternal mind

11/01/2001

Posted on 11/01/2001
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