Sunday, March 3, 2013

Passiontide Valentine

What remains merely reminds
me of the nothing to come
darker and blinder
but if love is holy
sorrow is pagan
completely bacchanalian
demons flooding the earth
with their demon semen
as if I was one of those
who had been told
the secret of the cosmos
but struck dumb by love
could tell no one
had to pretend to be
my usual delusional self

1 comment:

William Keckler said...

I like. I feel I have been driven out of my body and into language. I'm starting to hate language. Maybe I can become a bear or tree.