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Sanzen
by V. Blakesomeday will come, i know. and i'll be there,
lying motionless in some damp bourbon aftermath,
watching long-dead fireballs float their deception
on a murky crystal ocean of after-dark skies.
and then,
when the whole goddamn valley is electrified
by the static of ghosts passing through broken clocks,
i'll be the one cursing mutely at thoughts
of what it would have been like
to have been someone who changed the world. 11/21/2009 Posted on 11/22/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/22/09 at 03:59 AM Good write Vince, but maybe those who change the world need us so they can see just how much it needs be changed. |
| Posted by James Cavet on 11/22/09 at 05:51 AM I like especially the end line but the whole is like a (great) run-on sentence almost. It goes by really fast but packs a punch. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/22/09 at 03:23 PM ...vince, a heavy one here...to wish for that last line, ahhh, to have changed the world, moreso than that butterfly off the coast of Rio de Janero, whose wingbeats cause a gale off the coast of California...too a theoretical concept of small being great. good write. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/02/09 at 04:22 AM I keep wandering back to this one - there is a definite sense of floating, a disconnect, and yet that self realization that makes me want to be there and see if you are still cursing mutely. I love the "static of ghosts passing through broken clocks"!! |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 12/03/09 at 05:40 PM ahh, the bourbon aftermath. as if we could change the world ... |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 12/03/09 at 05:41 PM this is very damp and nicely written Vince |
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