04-10-2018, 02:54 PM
renaissance medicine
burn everything that is not rightly measured:
baste in the choler of hungry men
all that is not recorded in stone.
(i'll sneak away the songs i love:
lola's longing for almost-lolo,
Jewish troubadours answering God,
bronze butterflies floating over
the paper hammocks of wasted lives...)
dissolve the pulp in phlegm,
the hanging masses in pedagog spittle
and bits of lung coughed up by the forgotten.
(...pictures of your feet, your legs, your ass,
your fingers plucking electric bass,
eventually your songs strung with diaristic words,
words which know they'll soon return to earth,
they are the earth -- on which new grass will grow.)
burn everything that is not rightly measured:
baste in the choler of hungry men
all that is not recorded in stone.
(i'll sneak away the songs i love:
lola's longing for almost-lolo,
Jewish troubadours answering God,
bronze butterflies floating over
the paper hammocks of wasted lives...)
dissolve the pulp in phlegm,
the hanging masses in pedagog spittle
and bits of lung coughed up by the forgotten.
(...pictures of your feet, your legs, your ass,
your fingers plucking electric bass,
eventually your songs strung with diaristic words,
words which know they'll soon return to earth,
they are the earth -- on which new grass will grow.)