let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: Dylan Thomas Selected Poems (illegal stolen copy sue me).
Listening to: Night's quietude.
Mood: fallible.
2014 September 18, 9:40 PM.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Dust Is Eternal

Poverty drives her moving trucks
in three straight clouds I am stranded
inside a suburban town so simplistic
it is the gate to Hell and everything
that destroys whatever treasure I gather

Alienation devalues efforts
to maintain morsels of miscommunication
when worry is unattainable and service
less reliable — insist the third combination
of an international calling code
A dial tone fears to disturb your reservation,
far too kind than I can remember,
for tomorrow's shops welcome
a million functional signals — but
will it matter?

Will humans detach and reattach
when labor requires six hours of commute
to entertain my suicidal thoughts?
Nothing else subsists —
only elimination that can never damage me
any worse than super-reality:

such intensity most cannot contain
In silence they recompense and find one
whose mold excludes monomaniacal fixation
Must a witness disconcert quiescence,
molesting the excess of hormonal imbalance,
humorous yet crazy?

My wish is not yours —
to believe in the impossible,
to question the eligibility of my motive
which was real, however brief

I have no right to feel what I feel

Wednesday, December 26, 2012, 11:45 PM –
Monday, February 18, 2013, 12:26 AM
Dust is eternal is from Marjorie Allen Seiffert's poem "Priedieu".

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