moloch, love
and so long it's been since i
felt passion, relentlessly as passion does
stood forth before me
the future, a dream,
the space where a choice should be, where
incidentally lies the graveyard of wanton
mindless breathtaking dizzyingly candid
multitude of;
and so long gone has the light from the windows
where once golden rays shone through filtering
dusty lung quivering coughs and
mites, dancing invisibly to the naked eye
but the eye of the imaginative (is)
could sit through a valley of blank spaces and
in the spaces between the spaces find grains of
meaning beauty sorrow life
and so long, love
love for the endless endless endlessness
of vast unkempt and deprived trinkets
relics flaws of design
corridors of time and long suggestive glances
go forth, once a whisper and invitation for
gleeful sun dappled afternoons spent
crawling through shelves upon shelves of
history, and art, and american presidents
and fairies and exotic plants and talking horses
families stranded on luscious hellish islands
and so long ago the island was teeming
yet not long enough that i have forgotten
an age where black and white were two sides of the same goddamn coin
but the coin, a coin no more
(or maybe more a coin than it has been before)
dropped and picked up by god knows who
slotted through vending machines in exchange for god knows what;
this.
the now.
🐝 - Title inspired by Ginsberg's 'Howl'