O future bards chant from skull to heart to ass as long as language lasts Vocalize all chords zap all consciousness I sing out of mind jail in New York State without electricity rain on the mountain thought fills cities I'll leave my body in a thin motel my self escapes through unborn ears Not my language but a voice chanting in patterns survives on earth not history's bones but vocal tones Dear breaths and eyes shine in the skies where rockets rise to take me home | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE THE RE-CURED LOVER EXULTETH IN HIS FREEDOM by THOMAS WYATT ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EUSTON by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |