Saturday, April 10, 2010

out of body out of

A battered staircase leads to must,
a bookcase glimmers in lunar dust-

bathed by piercing cratered swoons
a parade of pears in yellowed lace
pins your retina to a waxing place,

the red rust redolence of indolent musk
spells with brief sleep the patina of moons:

every insight an insight
into the futility of insights.

In that lumina of nocturnal shade
you were the lizard on the arid shale,
shorn of scales on the dizzy down.

You thought it was astral to neatly creep
in parallel to the course of spooky stars:

pointing at Polaris, you were misinformed.

It's not that is was evil,
it's just that it was pointless.

Four months of perfect aridity
there in the polished mirror-
you still do not taste your gods,
here in the breathing desert.

25 comments:

  1. Pretty far out "messin 'round." Really nice, Gerry.

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  2. I have the ashy taste of Tantalus in my mouth. You're creating some pretty interesting soundscapes.

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  3. "Not that it was evil...just pointless." Could be said of much, and a less antagonistic approach than my usual spew - one I just might adopt. Well...an attempt will be made.

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  4. @william: Cheers.

    @Megan: I'm real, real gone.

    @mr. Scudellari: You definitely got the point, then

    @W&W: Don't give up the ranting on my account. ;-) Rave on!

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  5. The lizard in the desert is an apt metaphor for the soul lost amid an alien dreamscape. Like the italicized negations.

    Thank you for the comment on "Epi-Epi" (as I like to call it) - I have now posted an audio version of it as well.

    Cheers!

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  6. "In that lumina of nocturnal shade
    you were the lizard on the arid shale,
    shorn of scales on the dizzy down."

    Magnificent stanza!


    A lot of swell "space oddities".

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  7. @OE: That's a pretty apt interpretation. Cheers.

    @Jenny: Hey Jenny! Funny, the last line of that stanza was the one about which I felt the most diffidence. Or, at the least the "dizzy down" part. But, I just ran out of steam and let it be.

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  8. This is simply magnificent. A really powerful and quite stunning piece of writing.

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  9. @Suicide Barbie: Hey SB, much obliged.

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  10. "you still do not taste your gods."
    I love this.
    xoxo

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  11. great poem man. thanks for sharing.

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  12. Absolutely stunning, Gerry! The words you choose are always always exquisite.

    Nevine

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  13. A very nice poem Gerry. I am glad i read it.

    Short Poems

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  14. The flow and play of this one reminds me of Escher.

    "every insight an insight
    into the futility of insights."
    I used to feel this way. Now I allow myself to believe the insights hold significance. I like it here better.

    xo
    erin

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  15. @lesinfin: thx. xoxo

    @jeoin: no problem. glad ya dug it.

    @Nevine: happy to have stunned you.

    @Short Poems: i'm glad you read it too!

    @WIAW: I suppose that's an insight too. xo

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  16. Hi Gerry,

    As you know this is the National poetry month and I would like to post one of your poems on my blog. You can choose what you prefer or you can let me have this honor.

    Thank you

    Khaled

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  17. @Khaled KEM: The honor is surely mine.

    Take this one if you like or any other if this does not suit you intent:

    http://tealpoems.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-melody-conferred.html

    Cheers.

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  18. the red rust redolence of indolent musk
    spells with brief sleep the patina of moons:
    bathed by piercing cratered swoons

    My ears loved linking these lines! :)

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  19. @jinksy: please come on board as my editor. we could work wonders together.

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  20. EVERY iNsIGHT An inSIGHT
    INto the fUTILITY of inSIGHtS.

    :)

    think everything has got at least one very sharp point even when it is polished and smoothed with sand paper...
    ;)

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  21. Thank you Gerry.

    I will post "one melody conferred" on my blog this coming Sunday.

    Khaled

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  22. marvelous stuff!!
    loved the inserted italics, especially: it's not that it was evil, it's just that it was pointless. You know how to show the many and innocuous faces of evil.
    I also loved the two opening lines.... great images and a strong sense of anticipation

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  23. @Harlequin: That resonates. Reminds of my reaction to David Lynch, re: "the many and innocuous faces of evil"

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