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“Moon In the Abstract”

Original watercolor by Eric Ward, © 2005. All rights reserved.

On Gandolfini As “Soprano”


They’ve come

To tailor

The scenes

To the way

The man moves

Through sacred boundaries

Of time


Across the heaviness

Of ancient

Old atmosphere


In the abstract

Moves thirsty

And slow

With heavy


Culpable boots


Worn savage


Mix of man


Mix of blood

(the thought)

Of angel wings

Gives way

To the

Very breath

Of the devil


Soaked in clots


Stained the color


Diesel smoke


Mixed with venom


Dark reptilian brain

Keeps watching

The walls

For murder


Breath by breath


By degrees


In shadows


And wanting:


In the beginning


Saw an innocence


His eyes


A place

Of holy

Rivers flowed


Blue palaces

Of wind


Knew the

Direct power

Of each glance

(a softness)

Full with music

And beauty


Thirsty rings around

Every circle


He was engulfed

By arrows


Of sorrow


His spirit whole

(this instrument)

Of anger


Baked in lungs

Of rage


Instrument of destruction


From the

Mouth down


Honed sharp


Of sorrow


Which all

Other scenes


Be measured


And they killed

The renegade

With indifference


On the edge

Of the walk


Dirty words

At his shadow

(a man)

Stripped of family


Without connection


Himself for title

To his

Own face


For the

True meat

Of substance


Without love


Without opposition


At the walls


No see

Through skin


Thirsty blind gales

Of death


In blood


And clarity


The sparse

Blue echo

Of fists

Against the

Hallowed windows

Of dawn


And watched

His life


In rubble

(the meat)

Of the myth

(the meat)

Of old memory


Of substance


Of meaning


Whole in words


In denial


The ground


To this endless

Frozen-cold field

Of graves:


And the hunger

Has cut

Deep grooves

Along the

Diamond gouges

Of his lips


Made of rock


At the moon


The earth shakes


Cathedrals of storms

Are blowing

The aroma

Of fresh blood


A man

Draws his gun


His vest pocket


Said don’t park

Here again


I have

To tell


One more time


You dead

With my own

Bare hand-’

by John Aiello


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This entry was posted on May 12, 2013 by in 2004, April 2004, Poetry, Rat On Fiction & Nonfiction and tagged , , .
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