Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 60

We discuss beauty

In form wash

Of nihilist heat

The request for admission

Of nothing

A solipsistic retreat

Reservation of an nihilist eve

The winter water

Bites at swathe of summer reef

The hills are melting

In the loss of concept

In the capitalist deceit

Life a dedication

To meet the intellect

(Our/no more) divine caveat

Need a dog even find his leash?

What (absinthe/absence) beckoning?

Tightening the sheets

We sleep a lighter tangle

And all tangled trip our feet

A step to two

A match we flew

On o’er the halo craven

Memory as vivid as the angels’

Life has been nothing of

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