- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Loy Krathong
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(Thai for "new beginning,"
as in new beginning festival)
"Loy Krathong"
Melancholy's flame
consumes our leavings
as time consumes
dead branches of our lives
The pine-needles of yester-year
age to stenciled pen-knives
as we reach myopic senility
younger or older
richer or poorer
meeker or bolder
anarchists and orthodontists
all fall into middle-life crisis:
frigid admissions of fragility
epiphanies of relative islandization...
"the proud man's contumely and
the pangs of disprized love"
and we must face them now today
as seen through reason
not as fatherly sent from above
but as miserly rented to us...
our hands fitted to the glove
the breadth of our spirits and choices
hackled to pass through
the variable-calculated factory
of insincere pseudo-scientific conversation
yes, better the bomb:
to die with applause and aplomb
than to plaud cattled through another lie-clad
icono-clastic carpeted hall-way
grown waspish with P.H.D. littered ants
twitching their black-souled mandibles
over each other's coffee-cups
yet that mind-bending decision,
that coil-snapping incision
is often best not made at all...
but left to the prophets
as our lives turn to profit:
Yes, what honor is hemlock
drunk alone?
After all:
who are we kidding?
We're all Horatios here:
geological kiddlings
most luckily kindling
for the next passing star
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 11 years agoyes, better the bomb: &
Yes, what honor is hemlock
drunk alone? &
After all:
who are we kidding?
We're all Horatios here:
geological kiddlings
most luckily kindling
for the next passing star
loved it
insincere pseudo-scientific conversation, eh?
but if that is my only beef, and it strangely seems to fit
and I'm pissed I almost missed it.
erectus123about 11 years agolike the first two stanzas, including
"as time consumes
dead branches of our lives"
"The pine-needles of yester-year
age to stenciled pen-knives"
then the poem changes tone and construct with expressions that are hard to understand such as " myopic senility" myopic=nearsighted senility
"anarchists and orthodontists
all fall into middle-life crisis:" picks it up again .
Drug induced poetry has its merits (strange constucts w/ oxymorons and images of reverse perspective i.e. ant phds) but might be better if revisited and edited when the purple haze has diminished and sunlit clarity makes its way through smoke and ash..
If you get outside of yourself and add some of your exotic experiences and those of the people you met along the way we would be grateful. Introspection has its place but it gets boring but that is why they called it the "me" generation......
