Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Synaxis of the Archangel Larry and Other Bodiless Minds

It isn't going to happen

Descartes had his dreams
----------------and meditations

I have in me an idea of God

But it's fading

I will tell you

We were in the business
--------of rehabilitating dolls

Their site of origin
---------------long past bombed

Culls for the future

For whatever reason

--------------I painted the heads

Fashioned wire doll bodies

Spun cotton around wire
---------------into the loosest skins

When we spoke their bodies stiffened

Someone breathed logos

It wasn't god


Anonymous said...

I like this a lot--especially from the line that starts 'Spun cotton around wire' to the end. Is this another Wiki poem?

Charmi said...

Thanks, Clayton. It comes from a combination of sources, including a friend who makes Christmas ornaments.