Monday, September 18, 2006


When the eclipse of mind over body’s desire does threaten to bring about the end of the world.
When the wind that blows from knowledge to nowhere causes icicles to form in thought’s dusty corners.
When you stumble from the barn of night’s dark whispers with blood in your throat choking fox fur flying in the henhouse haunting.

When the planets align causing water to rise
and those borderline witches their shrieking reprise.
When your black-lined etchings begin to reveal something darker
than the inside of your head or the pockets of your Parka.
When the dragon that coils in the base of your spine
threatens to rise and overcome all that is mine.

Then can we talk as equals undefined
by careers or possessions or diamonds mined.
Then can we see the other’s beauty unfold,
revealed in the light of all that is told.


Dr Victorino de la Vega said...

Then can we see the other’s beauty unfold,
revealed in the light of all that is told.


“Aesthetically ecstatic…and yet eloquently holistic!”
And you can quote your humble servant here in the ‘What People Are Saying About The Far Queue’ section of your blog!

I always thought my favourite electronic poet was some sort of Later Days Saint of the Unholy kind, kind of a cross between Leonard Cohen circa 1974 and Master Jude Thomas (in his uber-cryptic pre-Nag Hammadi days of course!).


Spooks said...

You've done it again mon frier, "the borderline witches" fantastic!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Ahh to be even marginally compared to the sublime Lenny is indeed grand praise.

Zatikia said...

Words so incredibly arranged, they enter my mind and multiply into meanings. To see all of another, how much they would hold.

littlebitofsonshine said...

as allways your words speak more then just words and move more than a humans eyes over a page .

Pisces Iscariot said...

Welcome back sonshine!