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Post by LeoVictorBriones (poetremains) on May 14, 2008 14:15:19 GMT -5
In a dark corner of nowhere— I am twisting my dunce cap like a gyre into the hurricane of foretold lunacy. And you sit on your broken throne, mock the words I mutter, “Second coming, first is last. New Jerusalem.”
You point to something barely below your surface, proclaim that a code broken into perfect binary signals will be true pedagogue of coming events.
You spit at me like rabid Alpaca, say there is nothing that my tender lunacy can do to stack modern electricity into the ancient barrel of the monkey’s doom.
I am tired and find your words meted into a certain parcel of truth, which the weary cannot lift— if lifting is the price of denial.
So I ask for one last chance — you laugh at me, put a Taser gun— first to water and then the old couch in my cellar which I have always claimed my final resting spot.
But I do not care, for my knuckles are worn but strong, and I can still knock on every door, wooden or aluminum,
and insist like a stubborn, crazy old red fox— the new forest can be found just beyond the temple mound.
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Post by purplejacket on May 14, 2008 18:46:04 GMT -5
Hey Leo, wow, man. Congrats on a great title, first an foremost.
I think I need to let it sink in a few more times before commenting further, but I enjoyed the first 2 reads. I read it twice because near the end I thought I was getting an idea of some baseball references, and I wanted to see if I could find earlier ones. I didn't, so now I'm not sure what to think. Maybe I don't know enough about baseball, or maybe my brain forged false connections.
The first stanza is amazing.
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Post by LynnDoiron on May 15, 2008 12:58:59 GMT -5
In a dark corner of nowhere— I am twisting my dunce cap like a gyre into the hurricane of foretold lunacy.
I am twisting my dunce cap like a gyre into a hurricane of foretold lunacy from a dark corner of nowhere—
I might rearrange that opening to something like the above. Reason: 'a dark corner of nowhere' doesn't have the punch of the image of the dunce cap twisted like a gyre or the hurricane and the lunacy -- Just a thought for you to consider, Leo.
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