the wash

[constantine]

and when you look out over the rim
and see all that has gone before
the layers and strata open
like the diary of god
all beneath this point are dead
you are dust that hasn't settled
you are compacted into grains
weathered and sorted
sandwiched between great reptiles and micro chips
time rains upon your head
until you wash out and away
in streams that cut and meander
dribbling, evaporating into salt flats
crystals of once was
reconfigure into what is
you listen to the eulogy of the mute
you dance upon two legs instead of four
writing poems that replicate
but never quite get there
and all your dreams and ideals
the rock you push and spin
are food for the abyss that stares
hungry in your face, too close
to even recognize, though
it's always been your home
you act as if you are on vacation
and you are

[stilltrucking]

nice work again

gracias

on an unrelated personal note:

I am just a dust bunny in the space-time contnuum-
jetsam in the wash

[westcoast]

this is a terrific poem and so in sync with where i'm feeling...

~westie

[Lightning Rod]

my breath is taken away by this poem

I just read it to my friend

it sounds good aloud

the polyrhythm between your meter and your meaning kills me

[stilltrucking]

strange
I could not hear it clay
But I felt like I could see it.

[constantine]

thanks l-rod, jt, and westie.

[mnaz]

takes me right down into the sweltering canyons...
amazing. this fits so well with my recent writing...

thanks.

[constantine]

thanks all for your kind remarks.