“The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!”
Allen Ginsberg

Monday, December 28, 2009

Chasing the Sunlight


We're chasing the sunlight
the omnipresent fluorescent prospect
a daunting un-shattering tomorrow
a chance for total carnal rebirth
renew and change
begin again

Utter sweet songs of love
pound a mark on time
remember

Plunder the sky and
the smoking heart
shake dreams from their virgin heights
grasp and hold true

Embark and seek inspired
cerebral pleasures

Enter the dusty tomb
of an ancient inner light
shake clean

The journey's end in nowhere near
the thumping drums continue
and ring true
as we run headlong
chasing the sun.

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