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Two Psalms of No Origin
1) The Lone Warrior
if I believed my eyes
there would be no such thing
as an impotent warrior
and the streaming waves of wind
cascading
over fields of grass
wisping
tufts of molted hair
matted to twisting stalks
snake through living mass
watch rivers change course
sweeping over tangled grass
carrying mangled debris
rowboats following the current
ancient and weathered wood
crackling over uprooted foliage
at the helm
a greying man
with no lineage
but my eyes
see none of this
2) Perpetuation
red lights
beaming astrology
in numeric code
I thought I saw you
on my birthday
as I passed the drug store
where old men filled
Viagra prescriptions
the river built
by my backyard
has imported French fish
I feel decadent
lost in perpetuating
system of nothingness
I persist:
my decadence
at least
is mine
if I believed my eyes
there would be no such thing
as an impotent warrior
and the streaming waves of wind
cascading
tufts of molted hair
matted to twisting stalks
snake through living mass
watch rivers change course
sweeping over tangled grass
carrying mangled debris
rowboats following the current
ancient and weathered wood
crackling over uprooted foliage
at the helm
a greying man
with no lineage
but my eyes
see none of this
2) Perpetuation
red lights
beaming astrology
in numeric code
I thought I saw you
on my birthday
as I passed the drug store
where old men filled
Viagra prescriptions
the river built
by my backyard
has imported French fish
I feel decadent
lost in perpetuating
system of nothingness
I persist:
my decadence
is mine
posted by Will at 10:04 PM
1 Comments:
The only relation I see from I to II is that you speak of an impotent warrior and a "greying man" and then old men filling viagra prescriptions. I believe you represent the "lone warrior" in this poem. When you speak of a greying man you "see none of this" but yet you see the old men filling viagra prescriptions. This to me seems like a fantasy world meeting reality, or the two intertwined. And then trying to make sense of reality... ("lost in perpetuating system of nothingness")
The last two stanzas really speak to me the most:
I feel decadent
lost in perpetuating
system of nothingness
I persist:
my decadence
at least
is mine
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The only thing you can grasp on to in this world is what you have... The rest either doesn't make sense or is alienating. I think it is the decadence that keeps you going...
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