Hourly I wake,
crave and roar,
nurse myself, shit,
sleep, then dream
A
revelation,
A
thirty-three
-year-old miracle
severing
psychiatry’s
funiculus,
depriving
involution,
effacing
the
universe’s
most God-awful
transgression.
‘Miserere nobis!’
‘Miserere nobis!’
‘Miserere nobis!’
Miserere nobis: Have mercy upon
us
- Stuart Barnes 2013
Bio: Stuart Barnes is
currently working on Blackouts and other poems, a manuscript dedicated to the
memory of Gwen Harwood. He edits PASH capsule, an online journal of contemporary
love poetry. Poems are forthcoming in Southerly, sacred / profane, Social Alternatives, Mascara Literary Review,
& Assaracus: A Journal of Gay
Poetry. Twitter: @StuartABarnes
1 comment:
An amazing guttural roar of a poem! Love it.
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