Poetry Less Than Daily

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Friday, August 26, 2005

David Shapiro

Song for Another Envelope



The fatal exceptions occurred

without exception and not fatally.

They stole my throne from me:

it was a tree, or a tree

stump as they rotted it,

cut it to a chair,

democratic as a T

then sank it into the ground

and I forgot to take last snaps

of a serious mossy thing.

Fire at evening, or was it the

evening on fire?



Reader,

butterfly,

migrant drunk, ally,

unemployed luminosity,

mirror in the air, feather,

scrawny light--

You decide.

6 Comments:

At 11:31 AM, Blogger Peter said...

I like this. Good poem.

 
At 12:45 PM, Blogger steve mueske said...

Yes, I agree. Really a wonderful sense of surprise and control.

 
At 12:56 PM, Blogger doejohn69 said...

i love this poem. david shapiro is amazing.

 
At 1:51 AM, Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Nice poem!

good poems throughout

 
At 10:16 AM, Blogger The Blind-Winger Jones said...

Taut and thought provoking.

 
At 4:33 PM, Blogger -blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

Why else does a moth fly FROM the night
than to a bold, attractive candle Light??
Don’t let His extravagant Brilliance be extinguished.
You’re creative, yes?
Then, fly-away with U.S. to the antidote…

Whether you obtain moralityB4mortality to wiseabove
or just glean tantalizing specimens for thy next best seller,
you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this sinfull mortal yeeeeers to compile!
I lay it ALL out for you, dear, with All-Star-Oxygems:

Wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no zooillogical-expiration-date?
An IQ much higher than K2?
An anti-establishment, savvy victory +
avant-guarde-humility =
withe extraordinarily explosion of maelstrom mellowdramatic??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with a most-excellent-detector of bull§ht):

“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love –
jump into faith…
and you’ll VitSee with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.

Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a super-passionate, lucrative iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX…
of deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big-Zaftig-House.

PS “It is impossible that anyone should NOT receive all that they have believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when they hope great things from Me and I will always give them more than they expect”
-our Lord Jesus to Saint Gertrude

…think about it, girl…
1-outta-1 perishes in 88ish years;
1-outta-1 shall be Divinely Judged;
1-outta-1 goes in either direction then,
depending how WE sinfull mortals
have lived, is where WE go for eternity:
Seventh-Heaven -or- the Abyss o'Misery.
Yes, dear, life’s extremely tough now;
yet, life’s extremely short now:
then, WE have the length and breadth of eternity
to consider where our decisions have placed U.S.
And Satan’s working overtime to steal your indestructible soul.
Don’t let that sly, smooth, sinfull Liar.
I choose Seventh-Heaven.
Choose.

 

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