Monday, January 15, 2007

Wake the Penance

After the raj
& the naked twins
the cessation of hostilities
the resurrection of splendor
negotiation of bliss
retaliation of knowledge at the western gate:

Hollywood dream
bollywood sentimentality
resolution of mist.

Unseemly doings in the doorway
eventual habituations—
“I was aghast at the midnight wake”—

the penance of feeling
down by the juniper purgings
awash in the coming tide,

we followed. The sane
were missed. The reliable were
sanctioned. The
sanctuary exiled in
darkest blood. Cried

the minions, the armies,
the prisoners of time,
the daughters of truth. Thieves

built the prison that
swept us into
the ghosted night.

The star was emerging.


Blogger jsd said...

beautiful and sad and complex. especially like "we followed. The sane were missed. The reliable were sanctioned." Ah this crazy world of indigo and bruises. To be a light shining.

4:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

The poem began as driftwood from this morning's odd little dream of the raj and the naked twins. i think the weather helped it along more than anything. twisted litle alleyways, but determined to have its star emerging.

5:20 PM  

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