Poem
Burning Oceans To Deserts
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at first motion of lips
you shall forsake holiness for lonesome
Because this world of water has been burning oceans to deserts
for centuries past all longing
A national past-time replicated by pretending cooler winds
will one day prevail
2/3rd’s of anything will dwarf the final 3rd into a specific kind of oblivion
Where love resembles a short eternal stay in a dry county
Yes, she was twice the woman to his manhood,
drank his spirit out of boredom
Seldom out of the possibility for intoxication
A Skin flask/bloodbath
before table-tops became ceilings to conceal the affair
These days relations are the only ships he's authorized to construct
Where once he was here merely to build, then to capsize
Now careful hands work in diligent semi-circle armies
to perfect the graph paper recipes, once drawn to placate
Unpronounceable intangibles, mixed with organic materials
are used solely for this enterprise of re-discovery,
channeled via head-phones blaring the art of bombast
Each new vessel differs from the last
But they will all eventually give due notice
to the seas they are meant to trans-navigate
Such as
Love
as a series of changes
lost within moments of stillness
Amping up his cravings for nothing more
than the uncertain calm of uncharted waters
Where the possibility of collide always keeps his ship
afloat, adrift and onward
Face-first into pending adventure,
where he might be allowed to part her skirt,
like her legs, as the wind might
Humming epileptic love songs,
where the mind loses control over body
Convulse for me, siren seamstress
Stretch the cloth, let it breathe
Because when memories ground-out on sandbars,
left of underground mountains droughted into ruin,
it is time to drink to the health, skin bath/bloodflask
Though wreckage is always dangerous to dive into
We can follow Adrienne Rich into the depths
If for nothing other than faux self-preservation
Or just a final good luck chance to be star struck
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at next fixation of fuck, for the sake of release
You shall forsake holiness for abject solitude
For when the world comes calling;
in clergy robes and taunting words of theories improvable
It is easier to immerse yourself in another
if you've been practicing chasity
like drum fills on dough-like skin
And once taut and rigid again,
reproduction can commence
for relationships are merely a continuing maze of mirrors
And lovers only reflect the parts of your personality which will
elongate the clever stroke of ego, faster and more fierce of aptitude
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at first flinch of tongue over god-bluff
You shall forsake the holiness for he who delivers you from
the excess of banality, ushering you into an empire of shuddering Elysium
© Erik Lauritzen 2007
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at first motion of lips
you shall forsake holiness for lonesome
Because this world of water has been burning oceans to deserts
for centuries past all longing
A national past-time replicated by pretending cooler winds
will one day prevail
2/3rd’s of anything will dwarf the final 3rd into a specific kind of oblivion
Where love resembles a short eternal stay in a dry county
Yes, she was twice the woman to his manhood,
drank his spirit out of boredom
Seldom out of the possibility for intoxication
A Skin flask/bloodbath
before table-tops became ceilings to conceal the affair
These days relations are the only ships he's authorized to construct
Where once he was here merely to build, then to capsize
Now careful hands work in diligent semi-circle armies
to perfect the graph paper recipes, once drawn to placate
Unpronounceable intangibles, mixed with organic materials
are used solely for this enterprise of re-discovery,
channeled via head-phones blaring the art of bombast
Each new vessel differs from the last
But they will all eventually give due notice
to the seas they are meant to trans-navigate
Such as
Love
as a series of changes
lost within moments of stillness
Amping up his cravings for nothing more
than the uncertain calm of uncharted waters
Where the possibility of collide always keeps his ship
afloat, adrift and onward
Face-first into pending adventure,
where he might be allowed to part her skirt,
like her legs, as the wind might
Humming epileptic love songs,
where the mind loses control over body
Convulse for me, siren seamstress
Stretch the cloth, let it breathe
Because when memories ground-out on sandbars,
left of underground mountains droughted into ruin,
it is time to drink to the health, skin bath/bloodflask
Though wreckage is always dangerous to dive into
We can follow Adrienne Rich into the depths
If for nothing other than faux self-preservation
Or just a final good luck chance to be star struck
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at next fixation of fuck, for the sake of release
You shall forsake holiness for abject solitude
For when the world comes calling;
in clergy robes and taunting words of theories improvable
It is easier to immerse yourself in another
if you've been practicing chasity
like drum fills on dough-like skin
And once taut and rigid again,
reproduction can commence
for relationships are merely a continuing maze of mirrors
And lovers only reflect the parts of your personality which will
elongate the clever stroke of ego, faster and more fierce of aptitude
Swear on this, seal unbroken
That at first flinch of tongue over god-bluff
You shall forsake the holiness for he who delivers you from
the excess of banality, ushering you into an empire of shuddering Elysium
© Erik Lauritzen 2007