Echo of a sip from the Lethe

Ghost of my past selves

claw softly at the door of a

formless future into which I have drifted

and am lulled by a ludicrous reality

presented as truth

from Omni present media voices and visions

that delude me into flamboyant complaisance

while hijacking my synapse and infection them

with, “Thou shall,” and , “Thou shall not,”

as I fade away¬†fade away fade away fade awa….

Description of a murder on the prison rec yard one warm summer afternoon as seen through the eyes of poet #7145

INTRODUCTION:

Love is not dead here
it’s only in suspended animation
And every now and then (if you listen)
there’s a hopeful note, even among the cursing voices
of these crap shooters on the rec yard

Somebody’s go’na die today
‘Cause too many dreams are in the pot
and everybody ’round the circle is ready to die if necessary
’cause we’re all down to our last dreams

THE KILLING:

There’s a ballet
Three dancers
Two prancing in circles around one standing still, piercing him
sending him through a series of bazar upper torso movements
As spectators in box seats on stilts clutch high-powered rifles
and watch through binoculars

And it pisses me off ’cause the band has stopped practicing, to watch
And it should have been done to music!

Love Is

We met
we loved, we were parted.
But I took something of her with me.
And she kept something of me with her.
Because our Love is song
a beautiful song, unspoiled by lyrics
and though distance separates us
my heart sings that song constantly

Our Love is a poem
a beautiful poem unruined by words
and though time has parted us
her soul recites that poem daily

You see, a song is not the music
a brings about a certain feeling
but a certain feeling that brings about the music
A poem is not the words that gave birth to an emotion
but the emotion out of which the words grew

Distance is but a grain of sand
upon the shores of space
time is only a finger on the hand of duration
And Love is a bridge that traverses the universe
from one end to the other
joining all together
into eternity

from the book: Some Gentle Moving Thing
by james c. floyd jr.