written by for Venus Rising Magazine
Taurus 08 Issue
Parnassus
they came down
from higher ground
barely moved
mistaken
boulders rolled
peak to belly
plateau nestling
two crags
some band
of stars fallen
tidbits stressed
pillared ruins
tripod pieces
spurned the chasm
where the steam
was a given
music stoked air.
Best Band
Always says something
about waves
love and waves
how similar
they seem
to skim the same
author
original band swears this
swatch
gives it
the throes
so unthorn water
blatant traipse
slathering beats
the gripping born
spell
is thrown
Birth
He modern seaman
done not with duty, gone godly,
dunking into the crucible,
served up the father for the mother
release. Having served he
understood my gang
With him then, when they all dove in,
riding plastic but detailed porpoises.
My purpose left to sacs, foam
forming,
leavening waves,
loving their rip
swell hit. I swam sideways,
and got out. Then still
him. Hope lapping up
and in that following,
all our music loosed and free.
© 2008 Venus Rising Magazine