Vigilance
· ANDRE BRETON 1896-1966 ·
The tottering Saint Jacques tower in Paris In the semblance of a sunflower Strikes the Seine sometimes with its forehead and its shadow glides Imperceptibly…
Bluebird
· CHARLES BUKOWSKI 1920-1994 ·
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to…
Almost Over
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
Have a seat, exhale, tilt your head to the right, now the left, inhale…slowly. Now lean in a little. Don’t forget to blink from time to time. Follow these words. Allow them to take you away–if for a moment, elsewhere. Keep in mind a proper posture. Allow the noises that surround you to numb you…
Fending Off Flies
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
I feel the fern following as I fend off flies Sunflowers tremble under night sky The pond no longer sighs its song Broken piano dusty mourn Cottontails erect rubbing their countenance The rhythm of the earth and then a pulse dream of sustenance A cry that claims I don’t belong How can this right bespawn…
If I Believe
· E. E. CUMMINGS 1894-1962 ·
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me, moon and sunset stars and flowers gold crescendo and silver muting of seatides i trusted…
Slow to Summon
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
Sing to me O death Lines of choking neck like alabaster Caress me O death Let linger sighs of soft disaster You beckon and I want to follow Since childhood your call doth slither Past marble slabs carved hither Where is thy sting O death? Where shall we meet? How slow to summon honey milk upon…
Lost Myself Upon a Dare
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
The lullaby incongruent and dissonant, lacerated further cries. We begin this way, always, you and I. Waves crashing against monoliths betwixt the foggy haze outside a modern windowed home. Crowded and alone. Seagulls sing not of you. Hunting always hunting that old prey; feet striding through the years. Once adobe, now cold stone.Worry not with…
From De Rerum Natura
· LUCRETIUS ·
Book 1 2 Now, for the rest, lend ears unstopped, and the intellect’s keen edge; Severed from cares, attend to a true philosophical system; Lest it should hap that my gifts which I zealously set forth before you, Scorned, you abandon untouched before they can be comprehended. For ’tis high lore of heaven and of…
Inno a Satana
· GIOSUE ALESSANDRO GIUSEPPE CARDUCCI 1835-1907 ·
Hymn to Satan To you, creation’s mighty principle, matter and spirit reason and sense Whilst the wine sparkles in cups like the soul in the eye Whilst earth and sun exchange their smiles and words of love And shudders from their secret embrace run down from the mountains, and the plain throbs with new life…
Dawn of The Dragons
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
With righteous indignation,I open the adamantine gates. Rust and moth doth corrupt. For those who have ears to hear, let them hear…the twisting and breaking of old chains no longer binding. No longer real. They never were. Enter The Dragons. ∞