Isolation dwells within us,
a cave of either self-fulfilling
freedom else anxiety,
a surreal sacrifice
into blue-fog beginnings,
nameless nectar of
the kiss of angels,
enchanting embrace
of protective wings,
following a gleaming guidance.
Oh and silent specters
signify presence
with subtle powers.
Empty coffee mug on a glass table
because the drug is drunk.
This poem uses a rather
This poem uses a rather conversational, almost dis-arming, tone to conceal a profound depth of meaning. It is very architectural---bookended by images of isolation and emptiness, yet cleverly concealing its center of gravity, the nameless nectar, within itself, almost in a separate chamber that opens for the reader at the Poet's direction. I think this is the kind of poem that must be read more than once in order to fully appreciate it. In that way, it reminds me of a lodge initiation---after one's first experience, it has to be revisited in order to experience the nuances entirely.
Starward
The effects of deprivation:a
The effects of deprivation:a sacred practice unveiling holiness
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes