…Light
flickers and I see my pen as if on film
the movie of a
man on a train
writing
lunatic words
filing each
moment away into memory banks
but the banks
are robbed daily…
…Chisel
shadowed ideas like finely sculpted stone
Feel the
mental grating
filter words
who dive from bascule bridges
sinking to
river depths like thrown stones
Curving rails
swaying bodies
inertial
systems collide
Sweet autumn
eyes
blink when
black hair eclipses the sunrise
Tigers cry
solemn tears when the music dies…
…Fear no wolf,
woman, or king
the pearled
stars are your true treasures
With this
melody I begin
marking my
spot
my spot in the
world
my spot in the
world
the same spot
I’ve always occupied
while the
transient vibration of a dream surrounds me in a violent field…
…No matter how
long one looks in the mirror
one never
finds the self
Oh sacred self
don’t be blind
open the inner
eye and hear the harmonious symphony of life
Witness the
solitary woman’s golden locks
dangle above
the book of poems
Mother creator
kiss the cheek
of this juvenile world
Stomp out the
evil
like dying embers of
our glorious genius fire.
Selected
fragments of Run Off The Tracks by David Hedding
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