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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4233 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Fragment from a Canticle to Words Gary Blankenship let the words loose let them march to the sound of trombones and cymbals let them out of the jacket you have sown from rules set down by men dead so long their dust is dust let them wing towards asteroids and fall towards their destruction let them smile as if they forgot a secret let them wind their way along the freeway the bikeway the jogging path let them get lost in the mall let them climb to the top of the Sears Tower elevatorless let them see Jesus in a friend egg Buddha in a hood ornament let them color outside the lines let them run nude through the halls of justice let them explode in your face lick your ear suck your toes let them steal eggs and apples from the farmer two fields over let them rabble and babble and mispronounce nuclear let them pray to false gods let them curse falsity let them gentle take a lost child by the hand let them marry your sister let them bake burnt cookies undercook pudding pies serve beets to the king let them argue among themselves while you nap on the coach let them emote let them disappear down the mole hole and return with roots and stones for supper let them remind you of how damn dumb you have been let them tutor let them hide ideas behind their behinds let them wear a hat let them bow to naked queens and eat limes off their knees let them cry weep despair promise predict fool let them be foolish let them pontificate let them be kind be kind to them let them spit in the well let them snore let them hoard the sheets let them listen to Buddy’s Boggy Beat till four am set an alarm clock let them drink hemlock and wake in the morning know when there are enough of them know when they want to sleep wake them for the next dance let the words wear your skin |
