E Mail To Damniso Lopez 66

E MAIL TO DAMNISO LOPEZ 66


My journal, 2006:


Dervishes gyrated, turned, twisted,
bumped into each other,
a new century commenced.
All day Sunday no one hired
empirical facts, and empirical
facts went unemployed, starved.
Not even philosophers became
exceptions in the non-hiring,
only, the stillborn in a gynecocratic country.
Intensities became oppressed emotions,
for consolation
wore dresses or suits decorated
with Chinese writing.
Down in the valley, brakes squeak.
A helmeted man
lifted up his visor
to display his scars
in the shape of stars.
This popular conquistador
on a prime time quiz show
lost his spurs
and become unpopular.
He was replaced
by a crippled explosion
who crawled on all fours
to a stand up ovation.


Duane Locke

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