| War in the Poppy Fields January 19, 2007 It is spotless practice lineage; dissection of the promise land the stressing of a long chord on a taxed harmonic instrument, like gin and caffeine goes straight to your head. It means war in the poppy fields— a long scramble upstairs to the throne of an abandoned hedonism: —City (A term first used for any settlement Regardless of its size.) Up to their necks in scripture, continuous enjambment in darkest hours they supplicate for darkness; blind to optimism as well. Then it is the moment to stumble anew. Home is indium, taut as in another skin yet oddly malleable. |