Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Norman Midnight (a poem) by Daigneault

The Norman Midnight

by Daigneault

Vacant congregation

Standing in line

Desolate perversion

Inflation of the soul



Property of the Penthouse

Caught in a two olive pontification

Amateurs at sin

of this Norman midnight

Begging for burden

And lies and sordid definition

With headlights off I too am speeding

On a dead-end street

Glutinous fools

At this baneful banquet

Not of Rockwell

Nor of Saxons

But the withered fruits

Of Slavoda’s nightmare

Upon which

We now feast