moth in asemic flame

 

Men cluster to me like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn, I know I’m not to blame
Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can’t help it…………

 

the Time is nigh – Halloween & the American Election

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

from The Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft

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I have peer’d from the casement in wonder

At the mouldering meadows around,

At the many-roof’d village laid under

The curse of a grave-girdled ground;

And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.

from Nemesis by H. P. Lovecraft

By coincidence or synchronicity Lovecraft’s poem scans perfectly to Billy Joel’s song , The Piano Man. Quite the trick or treat.

 

Have a happy & safe Covid Halloween. May the 2020 American presidential election be a treat for democracy & freedom. The 2016 election was a trick that does not need repeating. Let us all hope for a better tomorrow.

 

asemic poetry – discarded page

You actually think I care if this
Poem gets off the ground or not. Well
I don’t care if this poem gets off the ground or not
And neither should you.
All I have every cared about
And all you should ever care about
Is what happens when you lift your eyes from this page.

Let Me Make This Perfectly Clear –
by Gwendolyn MacEwen
From:   Afterworlds. McClelland & Stewart, 1987

 

Asemic Snapshot – LOR EE IV

“Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium–
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.–

”[kisses her]”

Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!–
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack’d;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear’d to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azur’d arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!”

Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus Act V, Scene I (1604)