Tuesday, August 17, 2010


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Oxen of the Sun 385

So came the question of joy
The joy of the angry door
The bitter joy dinged with blemish and eternity
The monkey joy, witless flesh
What we knew of the spirit
The wrinkled trans trans trans substantiation
Your happy tears walking body-less among the worthless times
Your pangs attack without shame
Punching the eternal word to death;
It is what finally kills the sacred bird
Jealous and caught gawking
It was a bigness that escaped the notice of the maker.


Fickle Cattle said...

nice poem. and sketches. you're very talented.


Juan said...

Nice sketches. Good work, congratulations.

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