I beg . . . . , a poem by Scarecrow
I beg . . . .
I beg no coffin between my bones and this earth.
May the worm pass through as swiftly as a comet
across the night sky.
This life!
8.26.13
Scarecrow
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I beg no coffin between my bones and this earth.
May the worm pass through as swiftly as a comet
across the night sky.
This life!
8.26.13
Scarecrow
You want to learn about prayer?
Walk these forests and fields.
All of the green in the world
bending
towards the light.
2011
Scarecrow
The voice is fading.
Now pour those coins out of that cup,
fill it with wine!
You have already joined me.
And the roof is leaking starlight.
Do not fear the cold
nor the pitch ass blackness
setting in.
11.28.13
Scarecrow
upon the celestial ship
Dogen
hauling dewdrops
to the moon
Scarecrow
The pines
sitting in the pines themselves.
The whole world
enthroned upon itself.
And so the man prays
to be filled so.
Not out of greed,
rather of a desire to be
one
and only One.
And only then
as these branches,
these stones,
this soil –
let the wind howl
and spark
how she may.
8.25.13
Scarecrow
TAME AS BROKEN
i.
Chained to the wall of the universe. Waiting for civilization
to come to civilization. This rage of mortality.
This turbulence of want.
This howl of meat.
Burning meat. Robot blood.
Carnival atmosphere.
This last glass of wine.
ii.
Flip a switch for daylight
and listen to the machinery groan.
The rhythm is off.
Loud and clear.
iii.
The very wheat does tremble.
6.25.13
Scarecrow
I see the wind as a cloak for the invisible. I see the wind.
– Scarecrow
Only what poems I can carry
in my head
not a fucking word.
9.22.12
Scarecrow