P O E T S     ON THE LINE
a continuing anthology

Founded by Andrew Gettler & Linda Lerner

NO. 9 & 10         T H E  M I L L E N N I U M  I S S U E

Edited by Linda Lerner


MARTY MATZ

Time Waits
TIME WAITS
    A SOMETIMES MOSSY LINE
        BETWEEN NOVEMBER AND THE SEA
TIME WAITS
      FOR ME ALONE
    TURNING SLOWLY FROM SOUND OF BASS AND NEON SOLITUDE
  TO THE TWO O'CLOCK ACHE OF WARM GREEN ON THE MOUNTAIN
TIME WAITS
      AND SOMEWHERE
        OUT BEYOND THE MEXICO CITY BLUES
            TWO BIRD-LIKE HEARTS
                BEAT THEIR WAY
                    FROM DREAM TO DREAM
                  SEARCHING
                FOR A FIELD OF MUSIC
            IN THE RESTLESS PALM OF ETERNITY


MARTY MATZ

In Search Of Paititi
IN SEARCH OF PAITITI
        THE SOUL MUST GO
          BEYOND THE LAST KNOWN PORT OF CALL
        ALONG A COAST OF DESERTED SEASONS
      AND UNRECORDED SKIES
            OUTSIDE
          THE ANCIENT REALM OF TIME
        THE LAST UNCONQUERED BORDER
      IN THE UNDISCOVERED MOUNTAINS
                  OF THE MIND
            A JOURNEY FOR LIFE
          THAT SOMETIMES BEGINS
            AT THE INSTANT OF DEATH
        AS INFINITY COLLAPSES UPON ITSELF
              RELINQUISHING SOVEREIGNTY
                              OVER THE FLESH
IN A SYSTEM
      WITHIN A SYSTEM
        WITHIN A SYSTEM
          IN A DREAM
      THAT SPIRALS TOWARD THE LIGHT
    AS THE UNIVERSAL ENERGY TRANSFORMS
            AND IS REFINED
        MOVES FREELY BEYOND THE EDGE
      OF MACROCOSMIC LIMITATIONS
            AND IS AWARE
                THAT ORANGE
          IS BUT THE BRILLIANCE OF BLUE
            MADE INCANDESCENT
              IN A PIG IRON CRUCIBLE
                OF MAGNETIZED CONSTELLATIONS
            REFLECTING
NO ETERNAL CANCER
        EXPOSING
          NO GALACTIC DESTINATION
            NO HORIZON OF PERFECT TRUTH
WISDOM SPEAKS BY THE GREEN LIGHT OF HUMMINGBIRDS
        IN THE ARCHAIC TONGUE OF TREES
              AND MANY WHO SEEK IT
                ARE FOREVER LOST
                    IN THE LUSTROUS ACHE
                OF FORGOTTEN SENSATIONS
            IN CHILDHOOD DECEMBERS
          IN THE BITTERSWEET TASTE
        OF YESTERDAYS DISHEVELED RAINS
      LOST WITHOUT EXIT
    AND LOST WITHOUT HOPE
            UNDER A SHADOW OF FRACTURED ECLIPSES
        IN THE WINTER'S UNHARVESTED SHADE
          IN SOME MARINATED ANGLE
      SOME SECRET PERSPECTIVE
            SOME HIDDEN TRAPEZOID
          SOME MECHANIZED EQUATOR
                OR OCCULTED WRINKLE
        ON THE INVISIBLE LONGITUDE OF MADNESS
            IN MONEY'S FROZEN SMILE
        IN EXPLOSIONS OF ENDLESS EXPANSIONS
            IN THE GULLEYS AND CANYONS OF TIME

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