Warrior morning brew

[mnaz]

In early morning flashes, razor passes,
gems shoot thru my circuits as I fumble for a pen.
Know thy intoxication-- it is the way and the truth--
life shot up on death, or dying drunk on its health,
as the writer sleeps off another protest hangover.

A warrior says 'yes' to razor flash and altered states,
spins electrochemical novellas as I fumble for a pen.
'Yes' to sun fire earth and its backdraft catacombs.
'Yes' to the temple of love and whores of devotion.
'Yes' to charred and disembodied righteousness.
'Yes' to sweet nurture, breast and birdsong.
'Yes' to the eternal's vain suicide attempt.
'Yes' to it all.

Know thy intoxication; thy staff and electric stride.
Yang barters them all freely and sleeps by the well;
comes 'round again and cracks open granite with his eyes,
shot with solar beams, rimmed on a curvacious desert.
He was drunk yesterday, and found God today.

[joel]

Noah had a problem with the bottle, didn't he? but then again, who could blame him...and for all those after him and his look-at-daddy-naked sons' descendents, well, if that's our genetics, no wonder we sometimes wake up looking for graciousness after the benders. At least Noah's sons just looked...Lot had it worse with his kids after the bottle.

[hester_prynne]

Mnaz, you amaze me.
I am but a speck in your poetic Orb.
You must do a book, really.

H

[mtmynd]

i feel a personal connection to this poem, mnaz... a+ stuff.

[mnaz]

... more reflections from my sojourn in southern Utah (and J. Campbell readings)... quite "impressionistic"...oh my...

I met a man who traded one intoxication for another. He gave up liquor and became drunk on God and heaven.

Thanks Joel, Hester, and Cecil.... Hester, your words are very flattering!
I hope to gather up my scribblin' and get something printed before the year is done...

[Totenkopf]

"After Auschwitz, poetry is impossible"

Adorno.

Not sure ah agree with the old Red, but interesting observation...............

[mnaz]

At least two ways to look at that:

Poetry is forever challenged to address human atrocity,

and/or poetry is its rejection, or "healing antithesis"...