Week 8: Vulgar vs. Dr Dog - (Split Eight wins)

[Vulgar]

"Pomegranate Jews"

Patterns of life ride the great dromedary trail
limply offering liberation to head space, wind song,
and the "current sauce" of the "current epoch"
Its present lease on the deep soul
A neat insurance policy for the Yahweh-literate
the Damien console-ables...

"My people will walk up this nice, fostered corridor
some day, when they can grok the starry-eyed moon
through their sun visors and Kabbalah shoulder yokes"

If you haven't heard a stereo system
add heat to the Negev desert
Join us for procession, or for nightly festivals
The deserts quiet
little comfort in the airlessness, a bronze hankerchief
flattened sand like distilled marmalades
in the bare light of the Shamash with memories of Ancient Kush

Up the gnarled Potomac toward darker pastures
We go
Iranian stew made of pomegranate juice and lamb
bubbling in a portable pot

"We'll make no stops until we're at least until the half-point"
Rabbi Ibragimov promises water for the camels
and supplication for the legendary needles of the flesh
No use in waiting
Waiting for a messiah to arrive with buttered bread
and molasses, and to lead straight up past the canyons
and the Canaanites into sapphire clouds and holiday arches

The rabbi notes the ambiguity in the dunes:
"These markers stick out like sore thumbs or breadcrumbs
but it won't malign to settle to oblivion march (so early in the race to God, anyways)
because the human spirit isn't a terrain-dependent creature"

Name your holy city
Name your physics of embittered elements
Let's
just
walk
and see where it leads us