i. it makes sense when you consider the pleasures of transgression
then they brought the heavy oxidized cannons, erect and
rising through a green mist of mud that oozed downhill-
it was, after all, necessary,
and they did have scriptures and all that shit,
and they brought it
and they brought it
and they brought it,
hallelujah.
they brought it to an previously obvious place
that I never, idiotically, expected, duh?
and, to emphasize my stupidity (in case you missed the point):
I cannot say that I was surprised or even cognizant
of the absurd and ribald bloody scene that drew,
in the modern sense of the gerund cutting,
an audience of ten.
ii. I need to buy new glasses
man, I am just trying to see.
iii. in the interim, someone asked me about the afterlife
just to be clear,
man, I am just trying to see.
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Amen. I can't tell you how perfectly this sums up the feelings I'm having right now.
Gerry,
I like the tone in this one a lot, the vigorous expressiveness. These lines are stunning:
“then they brought the heavy oxidized cannons, erect and/rising through a green mist of mud that oozed downhill-/it was, after all, necessary/and they did have scriptures and all that shit”
So rewarding visiting this site.
Your poem explodes, I love the feeling of defiance it produces.
I love the energy boiling.
"in the interim, someone asked me about the afterlife
just to be clear,
man, I am just trying to see"
I know that feeling alright!
Well written again, Mr. Boyd.
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