A different version of this poem recently appeared at Blue Lake Review (See my entry for Oct 4).
Happy Reading. I am off to Occupy Wall Street!
Owl
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Enlightenment
nothing but flimsy
pretense holds doubt
over a complicated pit.
when the tissue snaps
it’s like a red ocean
chewing on a drop of water.
your scream opens
down a long revelation:
your eyes have been wrapped
in cellophane.
you sold them to a list
of approved ruled.
the toys you counted as trophies
rise up like nails,
out of a coffin’s clench.
your reward for resurrection
is weakness, and a hundred angels
on a leaf.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
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