Simple men pursuing sawn-off strings of sound, Such bright, abstract things, Sumped on the spirit's lavender elixir. Silver drubbed the drums. Ho-humm, ho-humm. 5 Washed out of wishes and livid, endearing things They came, the men of vital evening Pipped silkwise with green melodious coffinings. Catarr, catarr, snarled the blackish guitar. Tripleted they spat, in spic array, lunar sojourners 10 Cresting the spurious evening, and, ear by ear, Ascended the profoundest bass effusive and exact, near the waterheater. Blue-blackish thrubbed the muddy bass in blubs. Men made simple in the mimic minute of the spirit's leavetaking 15 August imaginers in the moon's hollow light Sculpt skeletal, plead out of prismatic catacombs Such swooning, harmonious things.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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