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mountaineer we are mountaineers,mountaineer by ~herrdopey
bound by the climbing code
but each time the life line draws taut
it does not draw me near
tethered I watch you teeter
but this only makes you giggle
you have lost our picks, pitons, and carabiners
and crows circle and cackle
you are right
that it takes a long time to fall
from a great height
such a single minded act
for the wingless such as us
Someday my footing will fail
and we will begin our epic descent
will there be triumph then
as finally we are flying?
nibbles the edifice standsnibbles by ~herrdopey
so far removed from its kin
asleep and aging
it provides
nibbles inside it
feed the interlopers
an ancient game of feeding
an ancient game of debt
The collector stays busy
and readies its goons
the nibblers keep eating
they learn to love jellyfish soup
a damning curve
of hunger and inevitability
links stomachs and age and
structural integrity
the edifice stands
so close to rising from its
troubled sleep
yet still it tries
balloon the absence is aliveballoon by ~herrdopey
a phantom limb tripping
phantom nerve signals that
signify and demand meaning.
only solutions are intangible
the absence creates
it fills and it stuffs
and the thing created
awaits its final purchase
awaits its cold judgment
awaits its consumption.
a fantastic balloon
that pops and impresses
the giggling children
and the faithful pets
and all others who have not learned
to see nothing
to feel nothing
to know nothing.
the absence does not care
it continues unerring
it never falters
it keeps its own counsel
mum to the end
transgression transgression it appears is a trickstertransgression by ~herrdopey
a subtle god with a honey laugh
relying on platonic forms
and beautiful math
to make loutish jokes where the punchline
is betrayal
it hides its ambition with a bumbling delivery
you snort in derision
and want to leave
but obligation
forces you to sit
as you heave a sigh
rolling your eyes with contempt
Until slowly it dawns,
like a sunrise over a night battlefield
like a blacked out revealer
naked in an unknown bed
that transgression is a genius of comedy
that you are not merely a member of its audience
You will now stay until the end of the show
you will now nervously knee-slap
Shaman by ~PanfantasyMarble Myth I find you amidst dust and alabasterMarble Myth by ~untangling
where you stand in smooth, marble pride.
Your skin is stiff and plastered
against all my caresses. You hide
the rhythm of the stone in your chest
but my straining ear heard its beat
while my own lilting heart knew unrest.
The divine Art of Venus I will not entreat,
for it was not my hands that carved
your body. Still, like Pygmalion playing
lover to his ivory girl, I am starved
for flesh to yield to my fingers, praying
that my own art, not divine or of stone,
can still make your heart revealed
to me. Let it be my own art alone
that will make such cold marble yield.
~untangling
Feb 21, 2008
Sta.sh
