Posted by ravencrest on December 24, 1999 at 08:57:48:
In Reply to: PSYCHOLOGICAL REINDEER posted by abskin on December 23, 1999 at 06:49:52:
: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL REINDEER
: He was mad running and falling out
: There was no way to contain
: The radiant armies would not stop marching
: Under his smooth yet trembling chest
: Under the toe of a deer that hung upon it
: And the still stream pushing
: Up in him,
: In between him,
: That cavity pushed out by growing rusty bars
: That giant ontological steel pole
: A Snakebird sitting in the sun
: A dead tire scraped down Buffalo
: This history could never be written
: There were too many branching roads
: But, the man, looked at his chest
: And could see the shaking pads of dirt
: The mosses, the hoof-scraped roots
: The bark violated, in an appropriate manner
: There were no trees here, only a forest, there was no silicon here, only a forest
: There was no interaction here, only sadness, there was no despair here only joy
: There was a system of eighteen hundred steel poles pushing
: Pushing on his tiny litte ribcage and gently, purposely breaking him.....Grace
Bill I think that was a very neat poem . Your're a true artist and don't know it. Ravencrest