A Poem for Joe Pulverday 2016


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Oh Great P'uul-yverrethere is no hope for youonce you've seen the Medusa there is no hope for youthe Medusa of language pullulating with alien life you can change your name(there still is no hope for you!)you can change your country(there is still no hope for you!)Medusa can satisfy only once and you are a Medusa-addicta Medusa-headyour own temples wreathed in hypnotic constrictorsthere is no hope for yousnorting pulverdust off one of her casualcome-hither keep-thither glancesstoned on Medusaonly your addiction has hopeand once you're fixed you stand fixedcenter stanza of a stone uniVERSEthat blooms black Springa metal and stone Springstoneheavy leaden ponderous as a voorish dome in deep dendoonly your addiction has hopethat perches on the bust of Medusa atop your chamber door and says NEVERENOUGHthere is no hope for the one who can only want always more, -- when your eyes metthat's when she said -- always more --
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Published on April 15, 2016 19:20
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