Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Dispassionate Murderer's Pilgrimage

the dispassionate murderer's pilgrimage
(after Walter Raleigh's The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage)

they want a staff of obsession
and a cockle-shell full of psychosis
but all the balm they have
is neurotic nurses

and an idiot god who dribbles
nothing for them from his insufferable
sky, they want a shield blazoned
with memories, a life

but these corridors are gray
today, time becomes night
for these dissipated and ignorant
pilgrims, curled in beds of foul conscience

in these stolen bodies they live in, mothers
and children. they want a curled dead
shell but all they get to be is living things,
fresh meat for hospitable killing,

all these absences within them,
they are incorrigible and they're winning

David McLean is Welsh but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there on an island in a large lake called Mälaren, very near to Stockholm, with woman, cats, kittens, and a couple of dogs. He has a BA in History from Balliol, Oxford, and an MA in philosophy, taken much later and much more seriously studied for, from Stockholm. This is just one of the things that makes him so boring. Up to date details of many zine publications and several available books and chapbooks, including three print full lengths, a few print chapbooks, and a free electronic chapbook, are at his blog at

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