Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Norman Midnight a poem by Daigneault



The Norman Midnight
a poem by Daigneault

Vacant congregation
Standing in line

Desolate perversion
Inflation of the soul

Sexless
Lifeless

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


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