Sunday, March 01, 2009

relic

illustrating
undeveloped
self-control

howling
insane
idiots

no sound in
nature
quite as
melancholy

as the gurgling
melody of
decomposing prayers

day or night
summer and winter

demons
grasping
groping
through
the decay
and dirt
finding
dawn
gripping
day-light
dismal
twilight
greedily
holding
the spirits
down

1 comment:

ZazenLover said...

oh yeah, to see the pattern of melancholy,
the comfort in melancholy...
it has its own scent and flavor,
that we sometimes like to savor...
In its gated community of justification in despair....
oh yeah, I've been there.

I don't know if it was about seeing the pattern of melancholy in us all...but just thought i'd throw out something.