Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

A Monks Library


Remember the amber dawn of joy
Great rocks reflecting fire
Standing on mountains of angels
Dreams of lions in moonlight

Breaking fallow civil prisms
The valley below sleeps
My sword is golden change
Defined by olive limbs of spring

Incessant jackals cry with scorpions
Weakness sleeps
Blood scaffolds
Menagerie of the passive iniquity

Pity cripples the crooked street
Malevolence has no stars
Ambrosia of the erudite trees
Laquer ghosts

Viands in fields of impious scorn
I leave this domain of tarnished time
Amor of benediction
Satyr of Paris

Chekov rides the pilgrim train
Orleans with supple martyrs
Cloisters of strange clowns
Your monastery of science

Hide the coffins
Hide in the opiated west
Cenobite night with owl cries
Choose your weapons

Beat these plowshares
Laughter exhilarates the bells
The wind dances like lost centurions
Mandrakes of purple swill

Self induced prisons
Divine caress
Attack the steeples of chastity
Heaven is a Monks Library

Submitted: Thursday, October 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2012

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