Sunday, October 30, 2011

21st Century Blues

























self-immolation -
unable to look,
unable to speak
the match's flare
a whisp of smoke





the clock tolls
morning and afternoon
stupid clouds
they rise from the east
the temples all in shadow





with poison wings
covering their mouths
above the City of Urns
no rank or substance
in omnipotent eyes





the sun sets
the sun rises
mute silence
preoccupation
with strange light





slogans dripping
from all the banners
a crowd gathers
singing the songs
twenty-first century blues









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2 comments:

  1. WrickNovember 3, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    I like these blues.

    one thuoht... is the possessive of match needed?

    could "the match flare" work? ...just a thought.

    I like the strength of the closing two lines...

    "preoccupied
    with a strange light"

    awesome.

    aloha

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  2. banditNovember 3, 2011 at 10:15 PM

    I think grammatically it may be necessary -

    More news from Tibet - see the top of link lists: Media-ICT reports

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