RIMBAUD'S HELL

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AMERICAN ZEN KOANS

 

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

 

 

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allets's picture

Great Sumation Line

  • You forgot to mention all 8 winders...or is it 10 now? cupid is just a bad shot!
  • :)

 

 

georgeschaefer's picture

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.