I hail the minor but substantive sins That have prevailed in my life:
Painting a beautiful red motorcycle flat black Lying to a friend about the quality of my day Cutting off a fellow commuter Chewing ice loudly in the presence of fellow diners Wearing a shirt people think is subversive Writing a poem about adultery Not screaming when I think of loneliness
I hail the minor but substantive cowardice That paints me with regret:
When I am complicit to cruelty When I don’t ride till I drop When I drive instead of...
From the darker depths, in hopes of finding light,
Thine is the hallowed Moon, that guides whilst I am bound to the green earth & paths upon which I glide with living machines of black grace
Beckoning with eyes that shine, cutting fogs of loneliness with embracing gazes of warm hallowed possession, triggering the seventh instinct for the fifth time in the 13th year of the trance under which I’ve fallen ...