And Still They Come - Poems for Philomene Long
• My Dear Lady Nite – S.A.
Griffin
• poem for philomene long - John
Dorsey
Philomene Long’s death in August triggered an
outpouring of tributes, sympathy, sorrow and creativity sent to the Beachhead
from throughout the country. This month is no exception. This month’s
contributions come from S.A. Griffin, contributing editor of The Outlaw Bible of
American Poetry and John Dorsey, a poet in Toledo,
Ohio.
My Dear Lady
Nite
~ for Philomene
Long
within that exalted dance
of
time without
time
do stars break
&
churn inside of
you
like Debussy's sonic
sketches
curling into the
sand?
cold crashes into
shadow
barking gulls
dive
for bits of
poetry
like bread dotting the
once
bohemian
beach
bruised thoughts circle the
sun
Lady
Philomene,
within your book of
sleep
does the word vibrate
ecstatic
like a shivering
rose
tipped with virgin
dewdrop
celebrating the unimaginable lite
of
your golden
eternity?
is it written that the gift of
genius
comes wrapped in
madness
or that every good thing has at
its
heart the seed of something
sinister?
that sadness is a blessing
& an art?
we continue living rear
view
as we look
out
grassy
eyed
at all that is left of
what
begins &
ends
as a
dream
– S.A.
Griffin
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poem
for philomene long
in a past
life
the sun invented
dance
was hunted down
and
made to suffer
the
pleasures of women
the
muse drunk on
words
while you sister
philomene
sang with
beauty
drank cheap wine
with
pride and invented
the
outline of
god
tonight the roman
dead
stand sentry on the
boardwalk
while you blow one
last
cotton candy kiss
to
your city now
being
washed out into
a
sea of dreams and
ruins
they pray
silently
may you join
the
ghosts of venice
west
for a pint of holy
water
and a nugget of dank
zen
a
feminine
flower set
on
fire
the
only god
some angels have ever
known
- John Dorsey
Posted: Tue - January 1, 2008 at 03:50 PM
