Poetry
- 2001
a reading for Dillian Ryan by Lloyd Godman
the fizz point
Within the place of culture lies a deeper
space,
Compressed to fizz point, maxed in a fusion of adrenalins
Mixed in a passionate cocktail of life blood
An alien heat, a deep space mission with no code name
(Nassa never sanctioned this one baby,)
Where the ethos draws away form the old rules
Ignores the predetermined manners of past men
And minor maggots
Where culture invents itself
The evolution of new culture lays a deep
base of hardpack
From experiences hard earned
amid the empty speights tinnies,
Deep tracks,
blood stained snow,
infinite rotation of CDS,
the swipe of credit cards,
the jaggered edges of man, plastic and rock
where big air means more than a deep breath on a hospital bed
A solid base where the powder can build deeper
and deeper
For years after and those who continue and those who follow
Sick man real sick
Its like carvin tracks on moondust in springtime
© Lloyd Godman