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The Glass Farm
What first sails on radiant wing &
Effulgent bloom of the sun-made-song,
Spread of sapphires unsullied, smiling and petaled so, oh you know,
Tinsel'd in a twinkling rain upon wondrous seas of modern Love.
AH to be so happy and to believe
Such possibly, possibly impossible dreams!
And to trumpet a multitude of memories divine
Thru the naked satire of our lives.
- Oh slips though, unannounced, on inward divide,
Poisoned by passion and so declines,
Thru the needles of the eye
And strung by ropes bound of trembling time
To mingle here and now
Upon such a wicked skin as mine.
Whence winks the momentary motion of the prying eye,
Here where we wear only weary lids pried open wide
And know not of the world but decay
And the bitter kiss of sour wine.
Indeed indeed, Stuck upon searing grief of the mind,
(that oldest and most callous of hells, might I remind,)
& dug in willful strife and ill besides -
Unconsciously plied on the waves,
Where tangled seaweed relics of memory float by,
Green as all envy and yellow as the stars are bright
Now choir'd high by blaze of day
To burn my little rift-raft to flotsam foam and spray.
Oh bleach blonde & bullet-ridden visage thou
Trembling temptress ever-present,
Your name a slender blade upon my veins;
And still, still so pale cold, those hands I yearn so to hold
That did plunge such ghastly weight upon my soul; Down, down
To press tendrils to the eldest heart of iridescent night
And measure the hours of my life away
In spoonfuls of lightning red & white
Grasped in the fermented hands of fire
Thou gather'est atop our weak flesh to reconcile,
O my Love Dearest, the sundered spiral
Which no humane fingertips should touch or shall again.
So gentlemen, Might I proclaim, let the mad Sun scorch my eyes to waste!
Let the waves lash my poor refrain away.
Let the nuclear cock of dawn dissolve my atoms to grey mud,
And turn golden hair to grotesque ash -
And may the shadows gather in our yard,
To wet their spears upon my blood
For I have seen already, her ruby heart flake to dust,
And flee the muddled world aghast
- So let us never shake perverse sleep away,
But move in darkness, as in light we once were moved,
Along the sabre stroke of time cast 'way
Where here be, O hear Ye, the sidereal swindle of our souls and broken planks,
All the staggering wonders of the storm-born heart
Javalin'd in the sand &
Vested in crescent blades
Of our Mystic Moon's violet ray,
Fading, falling.
– - and Thou still, Cupid marked & buoyant of limb,
Afloat on a sonic squall of sheer romance;
Whose airs move sweetly with the alcohol of our breath,
Pressed lip to split & sullen lip
And curled now, as if in a sneer of purest smoke
'Til blown crystal clear away -
To slip ever beneath the endless drift.
While we racked and ravished fall aflame
With the vile veil of the void,
To dine in black dye and dive until death decides,
In waters dank and darker still,
- & to sway grim lives away
Atop Love's tear-stained promenade.
So let us drink, damned cousins all,
The zigzag splinters of Night's blackened shell !
- and slip down dark deep in Neptune's ghostly halls
O To despair until drowned,
Ragboat galleons and all that can be recalled ,
And sink bone-deep within the silt
That we ourselves have sown.
- Or else breach blue air and breathe anew
And gather good and decent endeavors well !
For this is no place for goodness nor decency to thrive,
Enthralled in gloom and sorrow so
That we could not find the time to simply sigh
Or to spare a solitary glance upon
A cap of flowers small or hopeful song.
No, no kindness nor quiet peace shall thee find
In deep dread seas of cruel courtship
That pour, always in all ways, their ten-thousand-thousand salts into thine eyes.
SO let us rise again, possessed of Love in the heat of the heart
Which possess, if not True Love, then that which beats in time
To the POSSESSED and REPOSSESSED love for the poor soul itself,
If not the fool-bodies broken in the brine.
But if you, Dearest, would be so cold, as to remain at such a distance,
Well gasp then and dance alone I say,
In sandcastles 'twixt endless rain and wind
And pike'th still, my wretch heart at hand,
Upon these low walls of high romance
So that I might, in time, pine clean clean away,
And never be so queerly loved again.
image is Fading Falling 2007 by Ryan Mcginley
http://ryanmcginley.com/
Published 28th Jan 2013
| Edited 4th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
28th Jan 2013 8:01pm
Fan bloody tastic!....
Amazing write
Amazing write
29th Jan 2013 3:10pm
Love the mix of the old and new in this -
"Oh bleach blonde & bullet-ridden visage thou
Trembling temptress ever-present,
Your name a slender blade upon my veins;
And still, still so pale cold, those hands I yearn so to hold
That did plunge such ghastly weight upon my soul; Down, down"
"Oh bleach blonde & bullet-ridden visage thou
Trembling temptress ever-present,
Your name a slender blade upon my veins;
And still, still so pale cold, those hands I yearn so to hold
That did plunge such ghastly weight upon my soul; Down, down"
