doug bentley Poems

on golden altars gods survey ruins
of immortal madness. under marble roof

chiselled by hands of Kronos
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Far far away
in another galaxy

called called
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In epochs past, when this clouded planet
was still cloaked in crystal firmament,
every star orders of magnitude brighter,
night lighter, day dazzling, climate temperate,
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lest politicians forget
they can be spineless greedy souls
who place personal power above public
trust, who rule by anger of the other,
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the oyster shell on ocean bottom lay,
hid from the nets of a thousand divers;
in obscure light hiding, in obscure bay,
the obscure pearl no entrance offers.
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jerusalem,
city of walls
and sepulchers;
history of wars;
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the hohokam elder
sent his shamanic brother
in rose mask war
paint to point out
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And we crossed the interstellar synapse
with a half-turn, our hypersonic holograms
profiled in sound. light conscious
here, after critical mass, we heard a vision
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i am planning on collecting
a tiny little coterie of fawning
sycophants whom i can count
on to praise whatever drivel,
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Every noon the sun springs eclipse
above the sickly industrial air
of chongqing*, coughs way out
of cancerous cloud, wheezes
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