posted on March 4, 2012 at 9:20 pm

the burning bush

in the quick black night

a fresh cool breeze

the sibilant trees

the fox red in the forest

the lamb white against black grass

the castle with its rooks and ravens

the hotel with its chicks and wolves

the boat with its oars and hands

the street with its voices and silences

climb down mossy steps cool white

the frogs make no sound

the moon has been left all muddy

at the station a carriage perhaps

at the front desk a message

at the wedding of magic and science

at their destructive separation

audition disguises

but we are torn in two

a treacherous knave

these laughable lies

betrayal of a great champion

bellflowers trampled in royal gardens

the hounds want the fox

the crowd want the blood

the story branches off

this way dreams

that way doldrums

my heart powers the wheel that pushes these figments

my music in their veins

my ether in their earth

my theorem of creation never to be unproved

my merging of light and sound and love

my pursuit of exhaustion

i brought them velvet thunder that fell from icicle skies

i brought them delicious mayhem

i brought them the sound of empire  falling open

the morning already fled

the pack is waiting

the day ahead is long and cold and bleak

a trudge through oblivion

a walk in the park

16 Responses to “rampions exile”

  1. avatar
    princey | 4 March 2012 at 9:33 pm #

    Good one, as usual 🙂

    See ya at Van Park in a few weeks!

  2. avatar
    . | 4 March 2012 at 10:40 pm #

    then everything is alright again
    with the touch of his hands
    eternal watchman of the fruited plains,
    ambassador of celebration & musical dreams
    fly high, rise above the clouds and the rain
    protected from the hurt and the pain
    obsessive with a singular dream
    fly back to the milky summer, take aim
    you’re already there, do it again
    enlighten other creatures along the way
    redeemed by the Light of day
    and it’s all because of love, wouldn’t you say?
    until you return again in a cosmic ray
    as a gentle sunrise on a perfect friday
    peace and stillness silently lay
    deep within those solemn places
    even when the children play
    while i feel that same Spirit
    and it feels so great

  3. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 March 2012 at 10:53 pm #

    This IS your work, that much I fan tell.
    It is an excellent form o writing.
    Great work !!!!

    The pic reminds me of an interview room…only a blinding light, a silhouette, and
    a commanding voice.

    What are the answers that you seek, from us – all???
    Your unconditional flock….

    Dazza

  4. avatar
    danny | 5 March 2012 at 4:44 am #

    Wasps among the willows
    Barnswallows under the roof
    A white cat sits on a sill
    Yawing into the afternoon
    Trees bend in the breeze
    Light arcs in the cathedral
    Skies moan in want and need
    Grey as fox bones
    A crowd has gathered
    On the corner like
    Worms after the rain
    Old stars flicker faint
    Replies from a
    Deeper unknown
    They only take
    Cash here
    Or wooden nickels
    Or Egyptian glass
    Or tufts of hair
    Or bleached whale bones
    Or library cards from Toledo
    Or the breath of angels
    Sweet and moist
    Like ripe honeydew

  5. avatar
    colette | 5 March 2012 at 4:56 am #

    Just the delicious emptiness that’s nothing and everything?….. and so I say I always consider sibilance something special.

  6. avatar
    Tammy Elizabeth Karpan | 5 March 2012 at 6:22 am #

    Love and Kisses +Amen+

  7. avatar
    ChknOutlaws*** | 5 March 2012 at 6:30 am #

    It’s
    so cold inside here please
    let your self be heard this time
    if its the ever after you seek
    than I have a regretful surprise
    for you all

    We are falling
    We are falling thru time
    We are falling in and out of love
    We are falling for the same old trick
    We are falling so others may get up

    • avatar
      ChknOutlaws*** | 5 March 2012 at 6:36 am #

      We
      are falling together as one
      We
      notice the darkness creeping
      from far away
      But We
      know that that the sun
      comes up and down each day.

      {{
      cluck

  8. avatar
    IncorrectPolitically | 5 March 2012 at 8:16 am #

    Daz is no more ******

    He’s inside here with us now , we rarely will allow him to speak anymore. Oh well , such is …life. But for amusement,

    A Joke…
    Enjoy…

    In a tiny village lived an old maid. In spite of her old age, she was proudly still a virgin. She knew the reaper was only steps behind now so she told the local undertaker that she wanted the following inscription on her tombstone:

    “Born a Virgin,
    lived as a virgin,
    passed away as a virgin.”

    Not long after the poor old maid had passed the undertaker told his ‘slow dimwitted halfwits ‘ – his ‘assistants’ to finish the grave site and carve the following request on to the headstone.
    The ninnies went to ‘start a carvin and realized how long thatz waz gonna take and decided to simply write’ :

    “Returned-
    Unopened ”

    IP
    {–} watches all_____

  9. avatar
    Lara | 5 March 2012 at 12:50 pm #

    Rampion, don’t go!

  10. avatar
    danny | 5 March 2012 at 2:38 pm #

    They called it Indian hill
    And treeless it was
    Upon dirt and smooth stones
    Red ants constructing
    High rise condominiums
    Blackbirds in downward circles
    The river turning upon itself
    A topcoat heaven white
    A breath like a
    Broken window
    Golden paper tears
    Snow on fenceposts
    Two cardinals in love
    Their vests burning
    Like thatch roofs
    The wind acts up
    The nervous cough
    Settles in
    Light under the doors
    Smog rolling in
    White lilies in rain
    Solemn is now
    We ask for light
    And life and love
    And forgiveness
    Before the storm
    That rapes
    And asks
    To repent
    We close our eyes
    Swollen as plums
    The first nail
    Splinters wet pine
    A crown of deer flies
    Before the Autumn
    Farewell

  11. avatar
    danny | 5 March 2012 at 6:57 pm #

    Getting better…only taken me thirty years to write 30 decent pieces and 300 pure trainwrecks…but someday I will have a collection to put out…I’m getting less precious about it…for better or worse…thanks for kind words


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