The New Normal Initiation Jive: Tirtinska

THE NEW NORMAL INITIATION JIVE

From the blast off let’s be frank. Truth? One on one, get me.
Mouths taped, wrists and ankles constrained, thought an addendum.
Mesmerizing rhythm its own brazen momentum.
Sparse scripts hammered out on an ancient Olivetti.

Coded hints tease and beckon, esoteric symbols.
Old wives’ tales whispered of “unfolding, unravelling …
attaining the third degree … levels within levels”
An underlying imagery of travelling.
Arrivers: holy vessels or incarnate devils?

Sparse scripts hammered out on an ancient Olivetti.
Mesmerizing rhythm its own brazen momentum.
Mouths taped, wrists and ankles constrained, thought an addendum.
From the blast off let’s be frank. Truth? One on one, get me.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 24, 2020, in Poetry, Tirtinska and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I miss you, Ben Naga. A lot.

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