After Another Erased Poem
My head still hurts from meditating
When the Pope and Rumi show their teeth.
I lost my head and said I’d speak,
--professorial again, beat down and meek.
The words are hauled off with the sun.
The captains call for cyber-war;
The ayatollah’s lost his voice.
There’s singing in the street.
A million mobbed the square today
The cops can’t tell jihadist from journalists.
I close my mind to take a drink
And hope the news won’t drown me.
I forgot I was a poet, not a Gnostic --
Took some notes on babble and promise,
Listened to the window shut,
Relaxed with a gallon of bath.
I still give myself to either/or...
Either and or, or neither...
Restructure dreams for one more look
At rainbows melting with the night.
The pasture’s full of rainy weather.
The Trojan horse is on the runway.
The Pharmacy’s turning green.
The walls are falling down.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/16/2009 01:54PM by petersz.
Nicely done, Peter, somewhere in Tehran a mother cries for the future of her children.
Les
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/16/2009 01:55PM by les712.
Yes, Les.
Peter
gonna cogitate a bit... like it,,, need to comment... later.. stay happy Pete.
get happy, Terry
The East is turning West today.
af
--El mulo poeta - contact@emule.com
root...what? I don't quite know what the link to Administratorrgilmer@emule.com is about. The poem actually refers to my erasing a poem of mine early that I did not like after I posted it.
Peter
After Another Erased Poem
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: June 16, 2022 08:02AM
After Another Erased Poem
My head still hurts from meditating
When the Pope and Rumi show their teeth.
I lost my head and said I’d speak,
--professorial again, beat down and meek.
The words are hauled off with the sun.
The captains call for cyber-war;
The ayatollah’s lost his voice.
There’s singing in the street.
A million mobbed the square today
The cops can’t tell jihadist from journalists.
I close my mind to take a drink
And hope the news won’t drown me.
I forgot I was a poet, not a Gnostic --
Took some notes on babble and surmise,
Listened to the window shut,
Relaxed with a gallon of bath.
I still give myself to either/or...
Either and or, or neither...
Restructure dreams for one more look
At rainbows melting with the night.
The pasture’s full of rainy weather.
The Trojan horse is on the runway.
The Pharmacy’s turning green.
The walls are falling down.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/16/2009 08:54AM by petersz.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 07/14/2009 05:17PM by petersz.
I am changing the word 'promise' to 'surmise' because every time I read the poem I somehow say 'surmise' at that point.
Peter