no ambition
to nail the truth down,
bask in the glory,
shove it down throats
starved for messianic voice
or to cut and paste,
digitize, and cyber immortalize it
I crave your story
but the moment is all we have
back to back, side by side,
in each others face
we are worlds apart
I hear your eyes whisper
'what we think we are'
my tongue twirls flavors
of the earth's cuisines
from your mouth can only read a language
fractured by the movement of your lips
we blaze blasphemous trails
to rise above sanctioned huts
with bolted doors,
shuttered windows,
and fetish fueled excursions
through the world wide web
in the realm of wooden clocks
no one knows whose spring is stronger
or who's first in fate's line
or the bottom line
so place your bet
spin the dial
draw your straw
or you might kneel on the floor
and beg some god to show you more than
what we think we are
Lee, This is just a great poem. Too many parts are stunning for me to quote them, but 'cyber immortalize'...wow! I always enjoy seeing what a great and innovative mind can do with words that some think are trite or overused. This is fresh and thought-provoking.
Oh my, the next to last stanza blazes, - you do have ambitions! My thoughts race when I read thought-provoking poetry; my notes: ' we are all worlds apart.' My favorite (I anguished over this choice) : ' my tongue twirls the flavors of the earth's cuisines..' Mighty nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one knows whose spring is stronger or who's first in fate's line. Rachel Ann Butler