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Thursday, March 10, 2022

An Excerpt from one of my long, difficult poems (Poetry) (Trevor Cunnington)

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E-stim

helmets bear the grim news that we win

every single time we play

the grim reaper’s anthem unto the day

four horses meet up and draw-and-quarter

the dead-eyed dog of a reporter

barking into the assimilated mortar;

shells are shot into the Mariana trench

while we’re on social media judging from them benches.

and we find that no matter the dopamine trigger

scatter those picket fences in the diagonals

uprooted and re-booted until the narrative

world vanishes, tarnishing a record comparative

of three oddly off-centre orthogonals


clashing in the daylight wearing Sheraton™

paraphernalia.

A sprig of Queen Anne’s lace,


An evening of saturnalia without disgrace

I’ll be there when the wind blows and the earth quakes

Before all the other times that my senses shake

With ripples like a pebble, thrown in a pond

 

Whatever those feelings bode, they come from beyond

The bounds of your skin, as soon as light creeps in

We become evacuated of all yonder qualms

Under homilies with unexpected invective; receipts dim –

The sublime art of ink fading, collecting alms

Afterwards and being grateful for the jeremiad,

Talking to the people in the crowd, jeering mad

With the Athabasca lustre,

An icy morning to beat around the bush with bluster

Burghers by the boat-load, some of whom will usher

In a new age of overloaded senses with crop duster

Chem trails, crop circles outside the temple

The paranoia is familiar, an all-seeing eye in the sky,

Isn’t that what a satellite is like? Or is it all mental?

 

When was the last time a child asked you why

The sea in pencil sounds like an es, and we use utensils?