Come: a poem
Let's break back on the sternum of this earth, grind the teeth of trees into the long legged noon. Come, is this not why we are here— to crush the towers of sky into the hungry bosom of the sea? Have we not been violent to the grass sticking their flimsy blades in retort? Have we not cooked the soil seeking for roasted nuts hiding golden seeds? Come, let's bend the waist of the wind into service, let it revolve, gods let it revolt the earth from the milky way into the distant stars dying their unwitnessed deaths. Come, let us be righteous about this, let us call the name of gods & carry their name like bloody axes into night. Come one, come all. Note: It has been a very long time since i bothered with this blog. So much has changed in my life since then. The blog still remains my room for poetry and experimentation. I hope that i will be able to bring to you both works that touch me and my own works that hopefully will touch you. If you have been waiting for my return, tha...