Daily Archives: April 2, 2017

It Had by Dominic Albanese

I am not a silent poet

come to pass
only appearances
evolved-grew-remained static
models, concrete, not mud
or straw
commerce caves….
women weeping
but not for long
yet among men
this same
*golden calf*
now full grown
stood near doors of
money
a brass girl…laughed
an
one more time
this unbroken circle
of all our sins
became a knot…none
of us not one of us
could un-tie………
phony teachers + preachers
sleep in silk sheets
some where….on either
a hill or an island
one watches….yet
no
one seesome to pass
only appearances
evolved-grew-remained static
models, concrete, not mud
or straw
commerce caves….
women weeping
but not for long
yet among men
this same
*golden calf*
now full grown
stood near doors of
money
a brass girl…laughed
an
one more time
this unbroken circle
of all our sins
became a knot…none
of us not one of us
could un-tie………
phony teachers + preachers
sleep in silk sheets

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