helps order our plans,
to take out as perilous,
strike our enemies
helps order our plans,
to take out as perilous,
strike our enemies
My hide hides the heart inside
Strike our enemies,
matchheads that explode in rage
a conflagration.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
A conflagration,
Of firey spirits rage; now
Our wills hesitate.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Our wills hesitate
At the edge of an ever
Growing chasm - trust.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Growing chasm—trust,
When promises are broken,
And faith misplaced…
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
And faith misplaced...
your thoughts on me will grow out
curved...slanting downward
Lunar Eclipse
Curved….. slanting downward
Surveying the crown, harvest
Russet, the moon drawn.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Russet, the moon drawn,
Wheat waves in pungent breezes,
Shines in grain's sweet song.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Shines in grain's sweet song
the flitting stalks shake like notes
played in city jazz.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Played in city jazz,
Silken notes in smokey rooms;
Cigarettes smolder.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
cigarettes smolder,
vestiges of bearded men,
when the smoke is gone
My hide hides the heart inside
when the smoke is gone,
the green river alley clears,
bashful faces come
My hide hides the heart inside
bashful faces come
in grandeur suits and dresses
bright as gourgeous sun
My hide hides the heart inside
Bright as gourgeous sun
She waits; luminosity
Shrouds her burmished hair.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Hi Janine! I haven't seen/spoken to you in a while.
Shrouds her burnished hair,
and tinges it with autumn,
turning soft and fair,
My hide hides the heart inside
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