Salute

So the shaman looked up

And cursed god for making the sky

Head hung back between shoulder blades

Tears streaming down his face

He extended middle fingers

In one final salute

To the vindictive sun

 

So he lit another cigarette

And drank his fill

Just to let the curses fall

 

Is there some point to the cycle called time

Other than the masochistic repeated actions

The sick switch between stop motion

And sickening spiral

The only real logic

Rests between pointer and ring

 

I think I’m having a breakdown

And I’m just fine with that

01/02/2012

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Reviews

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"Is there some point to the cycle called time
Other than the masochistic repeated actions
The sick switch between stop motion
And sickening spiral"

The above are my favourite lines of this brilliant piece of poetry. Mr. R.F. Jordan had once said that a big part of resilience is accepting those days when one is not resilient. I think that spirit is there in your closing. Excellent work, my friend.

[K.C. Zbryk]

Thank you for your reassuring words my friend and Mr Jordan was very accurate with his desciption. I just have to believe that there is something good waiting just down the line.

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There is. There definitely is.