Friday, 14 February 2014

40. The Comedown Kid Explains These Words

I am very hopeful about these words
a simple resource that will bear repetition
jump-starting significance through classic montage
you can say anything

But these things grow dirty & noisy now
– preferred pictures seen in the smoke, they appal
we demand frontal attacks on the older gods
unsaying their power

The black sun of midwinter can’t
hear or help or hold – let it drop
the grand old blind abyss always encapsulates
& swallow

The return is to where we stand, our words
the rubble of the actual city played across
the smoke and light – write them off
with what words then?

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