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In Regards to the Creation of a Home/Hand-made Journal |
This book shines divine much
More a manifesto than a bible
Spirituality minus the controlling Christian cruelty cross
No pope
No Dali Lama
No call for Allah
No heaven
No hell
Just broke ass no cash
Wild white energy
Minus the panicked hand of man
Nil violent swarms of priority
Innocent spirituality
Oozing over the horizon wall like a lazy slug
Harnesses sunlight
Penetrating painted shadows
Through the Venetian blind minds
With words, just words
A solitary lead line
Baptizes virgin page with a cross
Replacing temporal traumatic temperamental tantric tantrums
Simple lines form shapes... become letters... grow words...
Develop sentences... Evolve paragraphs and pages... and then
I'll yodel out yo mama Haiku battles with teenagers on mountaintops
Lick out lusty limericks like a horny leprechaun
Spin a tale or two and
Suck on a sonnet by
Simmering through sweaty summer experiences with Solstiz
Do what I gotta do
With words, just words
This assembled bundle reflects
My most invisible inner space trinity
Junkyard twine
Recycled paper and
Duct tape
Dunked in a pulp paper prayer
Amazing WORDS how sweet the sound
Four score and seven Words ago
Ask not what words can do for you but what you can do for the words...
I embrace her blanks
She pours into my emptiness
When all is said and done
Her pages filled and covers creased and torn as a book
Perhaps purchase worthy
I'll buy a journal next time and kiss the sun goodbye
Leaving the slacker sludge trail behind
Whispering of evening breeze and the promise of tomorrow…
copyright 2007
Elijiah
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