Breeder

i saw the stars tonight.
i attuned my eyes to their
brightness, 
with skyward gaze. 
they were just as they 
should be.
high.
and i wondered,
why was my philosophy 
so low?
earthbound?
tainted by infantile silliness,
material affairs, 
filled with emotional hook 
soap operas
to impeach like bacteria 
on minds all-electric 
in worlds still asleep
and warring


beneath parties of delights,
beneath intelligence, civility,
occult dimensions, 
arcane awakenings


and fractal homes. 


and i shook my head. 
contemplated Plato.



then the Count of Monte
Cristo.



and made my way
back to the earthbound
infants



resolving
shortly afterwards


to call my next novel



BREEDER!

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

hook line and sinker Justin, your words are always freshly splashed on the page.

I cannot think of a poet more contemporary and fun to read, than you are!

I'd read all of your poems in an afternoon, you know, if they were printed out in a chapbook or something.

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. lol ! ...
. sheer genius, monsieur ! ...