Post by Raymond Neely on Jan 22, 2011 7:20:05 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
The whooshing spittle
of the whirlling world roar
and five million powerless,
the thousand cyclones
of arcane damnations unleashed,
the unstoppable will of rising water,
its persistent continuousness,
its broken concentration,
the tidal waves,
palms of Poseidon,
raise the watery streets
as of Venice
amid the machines of oil and gas
and rake the sea walls,
the thundering rumble and grumble
of breaking rock,
of the mountain of a god head,
rupturing the day and date,
the whooshing spittle
of the whirrling world roar,
on your windowpanes, in your ears
pump your fists and stomp
take your shirt off outside.
The whooshing spittle
of the whirlling world roar
and five million powerless,
the thousand cyclones
of arcane damnations unleashed,
the unstoppable will of rising water,
its persistent continuousness,
its broken concentration,
the tidal waves,
palms of Poseidon,
raise the watery streets
as of Venice
amid the machines of oil and gas
and rake the sea walls,
the thundering rumble and grumble
of breaking rock,
of the mountain of a god head,
rupturing the day and date,
the whooshing spittle
of the whirrling world roar,
on your windowpanes, in your ears
pump your fists and stomp
take your shirt off outside.
