Of Things Past and Future
The monstrous golems
Of things past, the colossus
Of rot and bloat; gaseous dreams
Rising to dominance,
Oh gangrene remembrances.
These wretched night stallions
Galloping in human-kindless’ place
On the carnival-go-round
Of carnal (chambered) knowledge--
These stanchions under the brooding roof.
Awake in this penitential night
Human awareness scratched across
A black-boarded mind
Of inner side-show sky overcast
Waiting by the kafka-revolving door.
Endless spinning, the mirrored mis-hope
Of history’s leviathan launches
Bacchanal killing of the go-round
By skin-thin souls, carny totems of the
Masque, redded from 'poe' to pole
But all to stanch this 'juglarnaunt'
This endless carousel of terror,
Only the parabolic words
Of one wanderer, a harlequin
Hanged by reasons of the world.
1st pub. in Half Way Down the Stairs
and then in Static Movement
