Friday, July 3, 2015

an excerpt from CALLS, a long poem in progress

Byzantium rises again,
post-Abrahamic, luminous and blue.
Am I the last pagan or the first?

Open the Questionary and slip in,
they’re all there waiting for you
and you are their only answer

Charlie Chaplin eats his shoes
St. Apollo hides the moon
if you listened more I’d talk less

isn’t that what witchcraft is,
your skin slick with Oil of Listening