Lustful Celebrations



The Wildest Night of the New Moon


Detachment from
Separation from
One’s life like a window

Not an eye gazing through
The odd gap in the wall

But the hole the gap the window itself

With nothing there on either side

No cross
No reflection
Nothing to reflect

Like a portrait of the ideal
Of null

This goes terribly wrong
Shifts focus to blur and haze
And fog without context

Or consent

I do not consent to this
I do not promote this non-being

Still, there is a peculiar logic to the void
That strikes three chords a bell
A shatterless cymbal or two

And I know the greatest monster
Is the ogre of ennui

Fearful of angels with talons
Of blue light



 —by Douglas Pinson


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