Saturday, October 22, 2011

poem: the fading rise

take a page from the black furnace
simmer down the folkways
autumnal blues
the midnight gavels descend
query post niggles the distant
prime: cudgel justice
a beating of monstrous
proportions, lather's
crown asks the fondest
questions: i ask for pardon
she bends the rules
the castaways linger
in the wings
outrageous a plunder
the whimsy of which
tastes as sweet as the darkest
roots, portions splayed
the black wells
vaulting the pommeled
sequence, the three
the fear of Havana
the aquablue mystique
cobbling the weary,
the lost,
the converging
the last crimes
withering the heights
of your facile deceptions:
find the key
answer the prayer
cast the spell
& order loses her
sainted ways,
the skullportions
of the night's coastline:
call the wild blue
tangle the moon's feeble
intent. this whim of yours
fades in inverse
the gingerbaby gingery
calculations moot, a fading
collision, as you stand & rise
a shell of stellar
dripdry steampunk-driven
foggery: only in the last
fading moment will i ask
your tenderest
of pardons.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

I loved those last verses best :)gingerbaby, stellar and steampunk? How could I not?

and Norah? Warm and velvet and butterscotch all rolled in to one :)

6:17 AM  
Anonymous paschalbooker said...

Well, after all, I put them in there for you, Dee. :-D So, of course, you could not.

It's been a long time since I've thought of butterscotch as anything but a poor substitute for chocolate. But, as a description of Ravi's daughter's voice, indeed - warm and velvet and butterscotch.

11:22 AM  
Blogger anno said...

That forbidding picture starts it off just right: all hard pews and judgment, then turns the corner: you find the key / answer the prayer / cast the spell/ & order loses her
sainted ways,/ and you are left standing in the stars (or at least that's how I read "stellar evacuation") with the gingerbaby gingery calculations moot, and all the sweetness that is Norah Jones.

6:49 PM  
Anonymous paschalbooker said...

Dee and Anno: My comment function has been very up and down lately - wassup with that? Thank you both for hanging in with the moot calculator down here. Best to you both.

Norah grows and grows on me.

5:15 PM  

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