you'd see me
running with neil young
in fast motion
backwards

that is the way it would be
not for john donne
but for the sake of true marriage of the minds
which being theologically
incompatible strikes one as poison
of that eternal blasphemer

if since i cannot be composed
of verses and lines i
must decompose i choose
to be beaten to the texture of air
but still, if possible, the flavor
of sweated gold.

there is little i can say to complete
the incomplete alchemical circle
within the spheres, the stars.

02/16/2005

Author's Note: donne and shakespeare, forgive me.

Posted on 02/16/2005
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