Monday, August 12, 2019

Two Poems Bump Into Each Other & Find a Relation





I.                   Ship of Fools
.
My relations with whatever creatures
deign to use the paltry services 
I offer on my ship of fools show features
that do not align with any purposes
.
that I recall intending in whatever district 
I construe them in my mind —
beyond their staunch refusal not to contradict
such truths in them as I believe I find.
.
“Divine our truths in his insipid little head?
Fat chance of that. As if he could!
Does he think he’s from whom we’re bred?”
They glare at me to think I would.
.
.
.
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II.                Dyads
.
Another word for courage is heart.
Another word for heart is love.
.
Another word for love is life.
Another word for life is you.
.
Another word for you is cosmos.
Another word for cosmos is God.
.
Another word for God is everything.
Another word for everything is anything.
.
If you can forage through even one
of those dyads you have courage.
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Saturday, August 3, 2019

We Think You Did





 .
Are we the accidental
targets of incursion –
strains and emanations,
dull or lapidary, that not
.
only may have wrought
each vein and capillary
but have filled the brain
until it spills with fraught
.
extremes and reams
of untoward dreams
which, over time,
sufficiently experienced,
.
randomness will always
cause? Or are we products
of quite other laws? – less
mindless intervention
.
than the meretricious play
of someone’s en-passant
intention? Say, a lazy demon,
dabbling crafty fingers

in a pool of water, savoring
the crazy phantoms that
appear – that maybe shaped
this evening’s vision

of a slaughter, of which
you wish whatever power
put it there would rid you.
(You didn’t do it, did you?)
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