days of hysterical trench confessions
in quiet public places in golden olden ritual
events come home to pass away


some walk in and some lie in
thick young blood
as never before
disillusioned as never before as never before
thick trench confessions


in the spirit of the moment
some believe fortitude as never before and
thick blood reeks


vulgar new lies and old age frankness
old bodies and profound waste
liars in public places and
liars in public places and
even tempered frankness
relived


before frankness liars
liars in public places
in old ritual magic
confessions and disillusionment and
knowledge of nothing in particular and
even now the city is full of gazes






© 2007 Charlie Newman

Charlie Newman


              poem

          3.3.08


       Charlie Newman








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