At 8

at 8

the condor
can
no longer fly

8
on the rocking chair
forbids
any form of grieving desire

Bans/delays
any more flights
into suicidal heights
climaxing
in a fetish
desire

to

penetrate
the
earthquake

For now
the condor
must
humiliate
himself

like

all life’s
servants

castrating
themselves before
entering
the harem’s
Blinding allure

casting flight
into
an ocean wave
Goodbye

where

the eves
swim
in schools

bathing
in
menstrual
red lights

feeding
on the gen
ignorant
of their desire

to birth

a wanton myth

8
examines
the dead
paradox

What died first

the wind
or
the condor

8
crys
sitting
On
the earths
crippling
wheelchair

The demonic king

watching

as his whale
His temple
His ark

floats away
on an escaping
Jisim cloud
sarcastically
waving her
bootylicious
tail

With a fond
Memories
farewell

8
to warm
his abandoned soul
gathers
a special bone

from every clean demon

and every befouled angel

he builds
with their
wishbones
his bonfire
of

RAGE

anger

HATE

to create ASH

to make it rain ASH
TO
To bury
His
entrails

H
A
N
G
I
N
G

from
his
gutted
gut

As
diseased
roots
Begging
For
Heaven
Reaching
Hell
To feed

From the gluttonous sewer

clean
Pure
Will

8
thinks
from his toilet seat

the moons heroin halo
sure looks the same

from the gutter

as it does through the skylight

of his penthouses Toilet floor

8
reads
sheet music on the bog

While
playing
memories of jazz

on a
Flame brulee
Guitar

8
contemplates

Would he still drink
His poison
If
Frozen
Cubed
monkey
Shit
fell out of trees
And
Landed
With a
Plop
plop

sound
into his spirited drink

8
Drinking

learns
from his throne

people

on
the toilet

While
having coupulations
debated
with
prostitute
In/out
Cubicle
psychologists

but
the papers
don’t report that
Thinking
Is bloody toxic

reporters
It’s reported
are above
mentioning
that
kind
of info
on their
fragrant
Smudged
toilet paper

8
ate
from
his high chair

he

drunk
red wine
Sober

ate duck
Roasted

made
Brown bread
jokes

then

went protesting
to
the cinema
Dressed
In a
Placard suite

8
from his
Rocking chair

Watched

a story unfold
about
A Naive
soldiers enlistment

the soldier
dreams
of a separate entity

called a soul

because
his limit
is called a body

The film
has a predestined fate

The soldier
has orders from HQ

cross a stone bridge
that
spans across
Ignorance

capture the answer
At. All. Cost.

the soldier
senses a betrayal

The bridge may
Lead to
an orchard

but mayBE

he shouldn’t attack

to find
the nihilists
Behind him
With
The nayswaying
grey
Trunks
Are right

to be
shot
into pieces
by
their annihilating

bullets

To be
Crushed beneath
The migrating
pursuit/stampede
Of elephant herds
Craving
to set the
question
Free in
Oblivion fields

the soldier

blindly soldiers on

while his will
Written off
is left

behind to wilt

On a
Park bench
Dreaming of flight
While
Feeding
Liberated
Pigeons popcorn
Kernels

Outside a dark
Art houses
Facade

under a blanket of pungent smog

smelling of
rotten garlic
and mouldy
breakfast moth balls

the film

THE ENDED

at 8

ยฉ bg 2011

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20 thoughts on “At 8

  1. That’s the problem with music there’s always that difficult bit. I’m on the S. P. C.G watch list. I do have a couple of feral guitars that occasionally will let me pluck ’em ๐Ÿค—๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ.
    I’d have to do some comments research but I’m sure you found them……. Or were supposed to. ???๐Ÿ˜Š
    Poor old Will if he were around today he’d be vilified on twitter for fat shaming. ๐Ÿ˜†

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  2. This is a really brilliant piece of poetry, bg. I love the entire soldier’s film at the end.

    This:

    8
    thinks
    from his toilet seat

    the moons heroin halo
    sure looks the same

    from the gutter

    as it does through the skylight

    of his penthouses Toilet floor

    was my favorite part. Of course, after I read it again, I’ll probably change my mind.

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      • It was difficult to pick. There is so much going on in the poem. Love the musical notes, btw.

        “At 8” I am going to be up the hill at APT for The Comedy of Errors, so the title had me right at the go…Lol

        From here, it looks like your emoji is singing…

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      • Hehe I see. you enjoy your play. Is old Will one of your favorite playwrites ? Here a Ray Charles emoji singing
        ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ

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      • I am a fan. APT is special also, as the audience “gets” the plays and reacts. It is open air, and tonight is perfectly clear. So, I will be looking up at the moon and stars when the house lights go down (and remembering the line from your poem, no doubt). Ray is adorable…don’t tell him I said so. I don’t know any man who wants to be called adorable…Lol

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      • Awesome…the keyboard! I just ordered music and CD from a pianist named Philip Wesley. If you like that sort of thing, my favorite thus far is Dark Night of the Soul. It’s a great listen and really fun to play…He has the track on YouTube.

        Well, I adore Ray’s talent. I love a lot of music though. The emoji is adorable…

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      • Please do let me know what you think.

        The play was amazing…super funny (the Dromio’s were played by two women in a flip on the tradition of Shakespeare’s rolls all going to men), and the sky was clear. Of course, I thought about that line in your poem when the moon and stars appeared…Lol

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      • I can see it been fun to play. Tears of the east was my favourite ,racing against the sunset 2nd , I liked dark night of the soul but didn’t think it was moody enough for the title,still a lovely piece.
        Cool, I’m not a traditionalist…..well not if it’s done well. I always says if you gonna break the wheel you better make a rounder one .(I’m a liar 1st time I’ve Said it) . Did the moon have a Brazilian lol ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿค—

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      • Yes, it was a “waxing” moon…Lol! You are a funny Masked Muse Avenger. I’m hoping to play both “Tears of the East” and “Racing Against the Sunset”. I loved them both, but they each have some very difficult technical elements that will take me time to master. Do you play any instruments?

        The Dromio’s were dressed as diminutive men, so the play was done the way you would picture it; but it made the scene describing the “fat” mistress hysterically funny.

        If your going to break the wheel, you better make sure that someone has found your legs for you…Lol

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      • Not that you were asking, but my favorite new album would be from Switchfoot…just released this weekend. Jon Foreman is one of my favorite people in the world. Somewhere on my blog is a YouTube of a TED talk he gave…super inspirational. I have watched it a dozen times at least…Lol

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