Kitchener Poem (or Rant)
Edwards' grave cries out to all this fine day,
broiling and roiling tumble tongue tying sentences
with a God-enflamed heart and brain.
Hedonistic Kristiens claiming Christian-like hedonisms
head to worship their favourite preacher, or do they head to feed on his or HER head.
When society exhausts itself in seeking happiness, in hoarding and goarding
and giga-biga biting their way along,
And the end of a life is perhaps the next step away, and the Christians gobble the idea of this
perhaps hateful word called 'access', not to mention participling it,
So that knowing is laughable, discipline is ancient, and the quiet study of the Word is not so
good as a message 'to go' before work.
Joy is Sorrow, Humility is Victory, and Truth is both Ugly and Beautiful, but never sexy.
-the bard
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3 comments:
Very good. I enjoyed it "eminence"ly.
I feel the slightly (uh... dramatically) more holy spirit of Allen Ginsberg.
The righteously angry heart, When will we learn?
I find it very fascinating that you live on a street with the same name as the village Ginsberg grew up in, and the same name as an epic poem WCW wrote.
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