poetry
 
 
tip of the bomb

Spirit

Spirit

The Spirit spirals -

†††††† viral -

†††††† spread by

†††††† gossip, sex and chance.

Epidemics of Enlightenment!

Plagues of Passion!

Stigmata stoplights drip drops on† the downtown bound.

The sweet breath of an easy lover speaks rosaries

†††††† in the flicker of blinking violence.

Their is silence in the din

†††††† if you begin to listen to what you donít hear -

†††††† between the whistle and the clang -

†††††† between the click and the bang -

†††††† between the rope and the man who hangs his hope

†††††† on faithful surrender.

Remember to remember.

Pestilent purity gets under the skin of those whose doors

†††††† open in,

†††††† inviting breeze-blown bliss to sweet-kiss the lips

†††††† of their shattered and their weak.

Who speaks infections of affection to the sickly and the damned?

Who spreads germs of generosity from hand

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† to hand

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† to hand?

Who hacks hunks of truth loose

†††††† from the confused bowels of Byzantine self-deception?

Whose reflection shivers in the mirror?

Who draws you nearer in the fever of your desperation?

Whose voice do you hear in the sweating music

†††††† of your golden hallucination?

Shiva shimmers in the glowing glimmer of your tower going up in flames

††††††† in the name of the shame that has pushed itself

††††††† to the surface

††††††† to burst this bubble

††††††† in the center of your deepest most empty.

It is sickness that has sent me -

††††††† and its message

†††††††††††† now

†††††††††††††††† delivered.