Warren Breninger

The Divine is Stable, the Rest is Smoke

 

The one who abstains, is still a sinner.

All the poor are rich in covetousness

the privileged few, indigent in offering.

The all wise, wash away in temptation

the cool crack, under a tickling feather

pricking the grub in the lightless inner.

 

Ignorant gift or wondrous work of art

snatched by flash flood or crushing crocodile

stain waters, then vanish as if on wings.

Wild life force and the unheard thought

all artistic secrets and their carnal clues

go up in smoke, like cremated tattoos

 

Dec 2003

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Warren Breninger

Warren Breninger

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