The substitutes

Walking terrestrially
is a fine substitute
for crumbling in sepulchers.

Walking lonesomely
is a fine altitude
for thinking, I swear.

For the hills walk into each other.
We spare ourselves that company,
for what but more solitude

than we can bear, or gamble away.
And all the ugly portions
of the earth walk into each other,

greet and grin, and then
bury us in our molding parlors.
We forget the lot of us are martyrs.


~ by Jeremy on December 24, 2012.

One Response to “The substitutes”

  1. Reference to Wordsworth obliged, as to “parlor.”

    I read the note in an edition of Aldous Huxley’s “Grey Eminence,” a brief biography of that badass motherfucker Father Joseph.

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