Posted by liquid poet on January 01, 2001 at 18:43:17:
the nature of time
leaf of seasons
falls to the ground
in indian dreams
a woven pattern begun
in a spider web made from starry night
in commune and harmony
with the land of waving wheat
here before us
long before us
and the christening of names
a baptismal leaf
touched only by wordless poets
a true baptism
risen from waters
ancient as the euphrates
made from the tears of the seasons.
old man rodgers rakes his yard
he waves hello
but the vision shatters
in gun fire
assault
and screaming helicopter turrets
falling upon the shit covered sticks
for the streets erupt in angry rage
old man rodgers is sick
a masturbating pedophile
ejaculating
on his money
dirt he has stolen
from the philanthropy jars of the eyeless
and limbless
the leaf of time is now full circle
we see ourselves
burning
in old man rodgers'
guttered pile of leaves
soiled
and
cheap.
burn.
burn.
burn.