Posted by aboriginal skinrubber on December 27, 1999 at 21:56:12:
In Reply to: Re: PSYCHOLOGICAL REINDEER posted by ravencrest on December 24, 1999 at 08:57:48:
: : 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
Dear Ravencrest:
Thanks for the comments. It meant alot to me that you put you 2 cents-worth in their for me. Thanks again. Your friend, Bill a.k.a. Ravenczest or Give-Away Boy