Wednesday, February 06, 2008

[still proceeding]

10,000 strands of midnight stolen
to calm the line,
10,000 angels robbed
to clear the dime store
bandits, vertical
shuck and jive,
an ache beyond
dovelight, beyond
the curds of a shattered
dream. Watch him
crawling, watch him
strapped to view
this lifetime of petty crimes,
delicate innuendo,
disco ball frenzy
in the wake of
remittance &
calls for payment,
past dews,
calamitous mists. Green
calls, green cries
deep down
for the soul, in the ashes
of a Wednesday
that is no more. Resurrect
the man, the pagan
dream, the jettisoned
tiger, the thundering
god. Healing
of a kind
in the westward mind.

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Blogger alt said...

This is quite a nuanced introduction to the Lenten season. I keep rereading certain lines. “past dews, calamitous mists” It’s intriguing.

11:20 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, ALT. Such is the subversive presence of Mardi Gras / Lent (and poetry) (and the unconscious), that this was not even "intended" (whatever that means) as a Lenten poem, but poems will have their way...

5:24 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

Paschal, I really like this one. It's rhythm feels good. The phrasing is excellent. Words like "10,000 angels robbed to clear the dime store bandits", "strapped to view", "the ashes of a Wednesday that is no more" just keep echoing through my mind. It's all good! Amen.

Peace! Hope! & Joy!

6:01 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks very much, Lee. This was one of those "gotta write something" poems: you feel a rhythm, a pulse, desire, and then push. A "bit" like birthing (a tiny bit, mind you), only much faster. Poets have it so easy over birthing mothers.

12:16 PM  
Blogger jsd said...

this is beautiful murat

1:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, jsd.

2:29 PM  
Blogger San said...

Highly effective vertical shuck and jive. An insurrectional resurrection.

4:49 PM  

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