the evidence of things unseen

[constantine]

when looking into her eyes
i become her silent witness
the spectral crib of childhood
the undercover desires,
with the wisdom of fear
all animals conceal pain
it is food for the predator
blood trails of a jungle trek
the telling moments that define
the furnace and fury of her art
the orchid's loam
when looking into her eyes,
i see the evidence of things unseen
and my faith is restored

[the mingo]

Hey what the hell makes you think you can just come in here and rant and rage all over the place ? You facebook bully! Jus' kiddin' Dino. Good run. Your line "the spectral crib of childhood" made me want to walk out the door to block stack and cut wood. o i feel my poverty i feel my poverty!
Thx Dino.
remember Mongolia !
Fuck yeah !

[constantine]

thanks mingo. i do so like being a bully boy. depositing my aggression on the unaware and unsuspecting has been quite the tonic - like mother's milk to me.

[Kailashana]

Is this where I hold up a sign?




~A

[the mingo]

You guys are crackin' me up here! Sparkle on the Monkey Train!
Fuck yeah, Mongolia !
Hell yeah ~A hold up that sign! Hold it high! Wave it around! Dance! O Please!

[the mingo]

...And up - WAY UP - with mother's milk! O God I just love it to death!

[Steve Plonk]

Constantine, this poem makes me homesick for the Grand Tetons in Wyoming...What happened in "Mongolia"? Might make interesting readings...

[constantine]

mongolia and the grand tetons, my poem appears to be evocative in unpredictable ways. never would i have imagined these developments - but, it's cool nonetheless! thanks guys

[saw]

the poem speaks to me of the resilience of mother earth, but I suppose it could be a girlfriend just as well.....in any case, the restoration of faith prevails....how goezit in O-high-O, Doctor D ?

[constantine]

ahh, i see what you mean. i'm doing ok, but it's wearing thin. can't wait to come home.