DARK CITY

 

Living in between

the lucky look onto a farce

an other in a costume of skin

stands back watching the mix and is lost

and all that will pass is sublime in its horror

stunning in despair

 

the deep will come and won't be recognized

real is only the awareness

that sees a stage set by faces and figures and lies

all of it

explosions and revelations of hopes and doubts

 

the future's a hoax or a bad trip

to nowhere

and we sit back and laugh at cartoonish nonsense

as we fly and we sink and we drown

 

something renders these words on a liquid display

black and slippery

patches of fuzz to warm the frost

that forces a tongue to stick to flavourless things

 

leave the higher in thought

far from the unthinkable

paradox left, verity right, nothing more

everything so cloudy, skewed in unknown

an other controls bodies that can't be its own

Diane Clayton is a Capricorn of '79, so twice a goat—not all that gregarious but she likes the cheese. Ottawa's been her home, off and on, for 20 or so years, so she figures it might be time to contribute something. A call for 'high' poetry and her recent exit out of the undergrad scene made for perfect timing to establish a partnership with Salvia Divinorum (a.k.a. the Shepherdess).

Jalapeno Diamond

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