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2010-01-30



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Selected Work

Prayer

Sean
Arnold

I heard this riding the bus at noon,

a city spring, florid with blooming gray lightposts

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the system is corrupt and everyone knows it

things are going to get worse before they get better.

 

I heard these words from the drunk at the edge of the barstool:

Have I not reason to lament what man has made man?

we don’t re-use our souls

so often as we should

we do not recycle our souls

so often as we should

our souls new with each waking.

I speak of soul because I am yet young and dumb enough to believe it still exists and I want to wrench myself upon it:

gentle thing

lazier than a hound with a limp

or a road in desert summer heat.

I almost thought we lost it

at the table

to the shit gamble of industry

and death

But we got it back

we are getting it all back

we are taking it all back.

 

Driving I heard these words tapped out on the hood of my car by the rain in three different ways:

GIVE: the love: smear it like stars dripping like jelly

as if it was not yrs to give.

LIFE: is yours and not yours: it hangs by a thread from the moon to you.

have sympathy in yr control:

the you will slide away.

you will slide away

you will never see yr name in lights.