Sunday, November 12, 2017

walter chronic & the rats of HTML


"...the art of an era is inseparable from the ideas of that era." --Octavio Paz

The color of pomegranates.

"A vivid lightning-gleam in that dead sky" --Arthur Davison Ficke

An American hippie in Bastogne.

1.
    in dark poppy
shelter in the stern quotidian
in plushy hell
somewhere safe
from mind predation
belatedly
the hours unscathed
by reflection

2.
beaten down track in the mown shoulder
as much noise as friction
thinking a flag i don't know
is scarier than any flag i know

hope depends on
such slight outcome
tumbling down a roof incline
your fingernails snag a sudden rill

equivocal indian summer how many more
miles on this trail of tears how much left

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