Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lighthouse keeper



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Lighthouse keeper

Posing like a model for a spectacular magazine

the lighthouse master scratches the mirror of
memories

with words of wisdom he copies from ancient books

lao tzu buddha patanjalis'wisdom fly sequentially

like drunk butterflies just out of the chrysallis

to the left to the right like a mechanical waltz box

the repetitive sound of waves cuts into his pain


waking up the green eyed snake of lust.

How long my beautiful one have u been gone?

At night when he spreads light far


like a shooting star branding the skies with
immemorial light

he dances hearing the ethereal song of syrens

perhaps he imagined that he once was alive


broken puppet hanging from a wasted thread

in the hands of a sleepy god.

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