Motionless Culture

Motionless Culture

A Poem by Hunter Muirhead

Daybreak dews over blemished tiles

Like a teardrop of sweltered sweat over my pores

I wheel above the floor

With spores and a fruiting body

The sun inflames into columns of gruesome fields of musk

Recovering tickets, tracks, and trains

Possessing the same motionless white fervor

Then dispersing with unnerving sporadic intensity

There I pass through the absurd complexity of humanity

Seeping into the pungent taste of verdigris copper

In closely layered filaments of asexual reproduction

Like the heavy breath of red light musk

I hear the whimpers of flocks that harvested brass

And limpid barren marble lands of split salt sands

In the sorrowful void of dejected terrestrial wonders

Rises full marines of robust bloodless mosses

Which render unnatural rocks unto organic bliss

Without the troublesome thoughts of cultural stresses

Everything is calm under the artist’s truffle

Until twilight

Which wavers under the cast of a pinned beetle’s coffin

At the open mouth of the deceased apathetic station

© 2016 Hunter Muirhead

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Added on March 28, 2016
Last Updated on March 28, 2016
Tags: motionless, poem, spore, train, station, fungus