Madison Court House
Ceiling dome high bewilders
Violet behind stairs
Whirring falls
The corners crossing
Voices lengthened
Contact echoes
Hard to touch
In the center an animal
Strains forward
A toad a wolverine
A porcupine perhaps
A combination
Cloth savage skin
Hair succumbs to corners
Angles frenzied slant of eyes
Lines converge
A composition crazy from
The viewpoint of eyes
That do not change it
To be the postcard's
Logic from some inhuman
View, official photographs
Too close up to show
The scattering of angles
Which lets the future
Pull you to it'
The pleasure of the moment
Shapes of future pleasure
Echoes high happen low
Low happen high
Domes repeat but different
Times of one time drunk myth
I call beauty to me
With the architecture
Of this place
Beauty that has no doubt
Been pulled to me
All its life
And is walking to me
Now
I am ready
Guards don't know
The future eats us
Like a hungry animal.
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Author's Note
published at Lit Chaos
This poem was inspired simply by being at the court house long ago, which really as a very strange place, and having a premonition of future intensity there that would be universally relevant. It speaks about the complex relationship of time and space. You can listen to it at http://tantrabensko.podomatic.com/entry/2011-03-05T12_27_17-08_00
Very surreal, Tantra. I like how the voice accelerates line to line -
"The viewpoint of eyes
That do not change it
To be the postcard's
Logic from some inhuman
View, official photographs
Too close up to show
The scattering of angles
Which lets the future
Pull you to it'
The pleasure of the moment
Shapes of future pleasure
Echoes high happen low
Low happen high"
Good closing. Enjoyed the read.
I like the close line especially - and thank you for commenting on one of my pieces a while ago, Tantra. For some reason gremlins won't let me post a thank you to you or look at your profile, so I'll do it here instead. Thank you!