Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
shaking off stars and planets
like a wet dog
flings off water,
i can heal your sickness; just
come inside my immense head.
new worlds bursting from this
electric skin continually
in loud, vibrating
fractal helices. can i
so readily salvage this
crying kingdom when one
suffering soul so
steadfastly resists me?
I can't quite understand the tendency of the many poets I know to leave out the capitals without any obvious stylistic or semantic reason to do this. I mean, it's hard to believe it's laziness 'coz it actually feels harder for me _not_ to capitalize but ah, maybe that's just me.
ReplyDeleteThis doesn't draw away from the comic and passionate melody of this quite short piece. The wet dog comparison made me smile and laugh inwardly. The description of the mind as vibrating, fractal helices is quite invigorating (or is it the univers; or is the universe the same as every mind?). Definitely the better of your pieces. Even without the capital letters, it is quite capital (bad bad pun *hits himself on the head*)