richard ilnicki Poems

Incarcerated thoughts are amputated dreams
dangling invisibly over the periphery.
They are phantom limbs
centrally stimulated by the mystery of memory.
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There exists a peculiar fragrance
in forgiveness.
It defies the empirical finite, those smells
of sacrificial decomposing flesh, those subservient little lambs
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God, the tailor,
our providential robe maker
hjas taken our nakedness,
shame and guilt,
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My flesh
is a divided kingdom
and lives comfortably inside the schism.
My flesh,
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When the leucotomes, the mind altering instruments
introduced by Dr. Egas Moniz,
entered my skulll,
they were driven by the competent hands of Dr. Walter Freeman.
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After they laid me in the ground
no one came around,
neither birds, nor insects, nor rodents.
Not even one lousy angel showed-up,
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When she cut me open
she didn't use manmade instruments.
She used words, singular and in sentences,
and even though she appeared to be
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Tomorrow, my yesterday,
a band of bibliophiles arrested me.
They threw me in a cell on a block
reserved for the sick.
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He came out of the desert full of the night
and clad in the nebula of kings
over queens, a full house.
Oh yeah! That 's right, cowboy,
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The wind
Comes with neither father nor mother.
It has no identifying birthmarks
Indicating no known origin.
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