Evangelical Block Poem by Bruce Ruston

Holy Poe
there's a tornado
in my mind, that won't let
the ideas settle

Do my eyes look flat
in that
like my thoughts are

Blessed Shelly give me
an idea now, something
Just a little bit,
Romantic

Even Yeats fails
give me an inkling
just one spark
and Prometheus
fails, where its worked before

Gabriel or Michael
bring me the good news
all these names
failing to explain
Truth

Pound or Plath
speak to me
or eat me
whole

Like a poetic cannibal
consuming style
from the curable
ether

Even Bukowski
does not inspire
which grinds
the typer monkey
to ever decreasing divisions
1/3,1/6,1/12,1/24

When I will see
a dull lifeless
Black, void of black
devoid of black
an eternal white
space of lasting
infinity

Rolling on and on, forever expanding
over billion years
its form, smaller than a pin head
now expands my heart and eyes

Beyond all nebula dense gas collapsing