Polar Film

A Poem by HighBrowCulture

Dervish era highlight- Ignorance is the enemy of love

POSHLOST::: Steady she comes, steady, she’ll go

She’ll red-tape you’re bleeding heart sonatas

(The same you wrote with a circus tent mind

In a factorial procedure of weaving sunlight with chalk)

O mind, you- the inexpressible…

To the inside of used Colombian coffee cans

And hide them inside the oak cupboard

So all the strangers who pretend to know her

Won’t judge-

Consumption, trial by peers-

Meanwhile, you’re outside salting the fields

Saying something like:

‘It’s alright, I’m only falling, long as I can’t see the ground, it’s not coming’

Love, ignorance in a dark room while the polar film burns.

(Encore, encore!!!)

I am on the lip of a rooftop

Cupping still water with clay hands

Grinning, cross, because the Nazarene had the balls

To look me in the eye while I partook

And dipped

And he said nothing.

© 2010 HighBrowCulture

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my nightmares are trapped
buried in the caverns
of your words

there are no beginnings
and no days
just the middles
that drip with the
black blood of
yesterday

the cloud of tomorrow
is yet to be smothered

wars are played out in
fatal wounds

fatal wounds
sleep the disturbed sleep
of cold pavements
in your voice

silence
fell asleep
peacefully
in my arms

- just moved by your poem - you're truly brilliant - i really hope you know that -