I have been in Rimbaud’s Hell
I have felt the severe twang
Of Celine’s nihilism
I stepped into an existential moment
that determined the course of my life
The fires of Hades sprout in their
underworld caves
The demons and imps of prey were sent
to capture my soul of creation
The bent arrow of Cupid
went astray and missed its mark
I was left alone in the night
racing for the dawn
The winged evening flaps by
quietly
The angels of Eire are aflame
with passion
but the discourse is rejected
The untamed prairie of Kansas
stood shocked in disbelief
the tornado
that blew the minds of millions
The exorcism of the Shaman
was unexpected
but the voodoo of Haiti has never
been more real
as azure spectrums of light are eclipsed
The quintessence of the aroma
of a small April flower sulks softly;
the fiery moments of passion
in this brief lotus embrace
the sorrowful plight of fancy is
intersected by other emotions
fueling the underlying currents
that range
from excess to Blakely extreme
The fleeting moment of clarity
grazes by briskly brushing past
the flesh
The endless utopia of the present
is now past
12-18-91
Great Sumation Line
thank you. It ends up being
thank you. It ends up being too long a poem anyway but that Cupid has ruined a lot of lives with his inaccuracy.