Comp. Poem - Shreds
Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 12:36 pm
Hey i'm quite new here...no idea how the competition works or even where to actually post. anyways, i'm posting something here called 'Shreds' for the Comp. had earlier posted something called 'Lines for Leonard' in this forum. Will that count too?
Shreds
the last train snakes away
the last train of music
leaves our world.
no one gets down
at the blue station of beauty.
the train meets the vulture
at the vanishing point,
in my painting…
where waits an old friend,
with dancers
in her wet collar bones…
she asks me to tear her,
in every shred…
…occult is her feet
and her prayer an inferno.
Garcia,
Garcia
today you can confess,
you were the one
who bridged god, salt and naked whores
and boarded the train of dancers.
you were the one
conversing in the raw mist
with werewolves.
then I tell my old friend,
“I stole the truth from unwilling prophets
and here I am
painting streets with vanishing points;
would you like it if I tore you?”
blue and occult is her feet.
[Note: Garcia is Federico Garcia Lorca of course]
http://inam-poetry.blogspot.com
Shreds
the last train snakes away
the last train of music
leaves our world.
no one gets down
at the blue station of beauty.
the train meets the vulture
at the vanishing point,
in my painting…
where waits an old friend,
with dancers
in her wet collar bones…
she asks me to tear her,
in every shred…
…occult is her feet
and her prayer an inferno.
Garcia,
Garcia
today you can confess,
you were the one
who bridged god, salt and naked whores
and boarded the train of dancers.
you were the one
conversing in the raw mist
with werewolves.
then I tell my old friend,
“I stole the truth from unwilling prophets
and here I am
painting streets with vanishing points;
would you like it if I tore you?”
blue and occult is her feet.
[Note: Garcia is Federico Garcia Lorca of course]
http://inam-poetry.blogspot.com