I received this new poem from Dennis just this past week. His first poems were posted on this site about five months ago. -poetheart 11/02/00
After having made me touch the rare stone,
as if it was blood written,
like I was previously unsaved,
a wave of vows levelled the surface.Elimination of scars acquired by living.
Compensation for the horror of giving.
Serious rooms.
Statements of successful appeal
to combat hemorrhaging, bruises refusing to heal.
Never imagined.
Cesspool becomes a purified spring.
Silenced angels finally allowed to sing.
The genesis of a new religion.It's as if I've inherited a glorified body this soon.
As if the place where no death occurs belongs to you.
Stake your claim.
Leave your scent.
Isn't it somebody else who owns this authority?Just another laboratory rat tolerating
your perpetually administered medication.
A manic man willing to accept
deceptive information.
What's your pitch?
Buried in a familiar ditch?
Unspoken, but we're both aware
that I'll inhale unclean air.
Negligent to inform of this temporary existence.
Guerrillas in warfare. A victim's resistance.
By the time I sell my soul
you will have proven this as a chemically induced bliss,
a prerequisite of the fatality that awaits.
Damn these restrictive gates.
If I know,
then why am I still bleeding everyday?October, 2000
by Dennis Failla