Sunday, August 28, 2016

Drawing Hate


To animate the premise and to draw the face of hate,
you must upend the standard menace of a devil –
you must transcend cliché conventions of a mask:
new eyes must open wide, achieve another level

of attention. Draw, draw more: push past Halloween:
convene with breathing avatars of evil’s immobility.
At last you find the eyes – whose mix of pain and pride
breed hate’s utility – and terrible belief in its nobility.









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No Less Alive


He’ll always take you where you want to go.
All you ever have to do is ask.
It never strikes him as an onerous incursion.
He wouldn’t bother calling it a “task.”

And now, at last, a mental light turns on,
as if illumining the contents of a shelf:
he feels as alive when he is tending to another
as he does when he is tending to himself.








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Friday, August 26, 2016

Dancing Badly


He rode in on the plumy fumes of hydrocarbons –
stumble-dancing in and out of stinking gas –
the last attenuated progeny of supernova blast –
the stamp and record of the most the Cosmos
had yet ever sired: a thing with consciousness,

intention – incarnation of new ruthlessness –
a hungry self-direction which desired. He lusted
after everything: he’d take whatever he could press
to his exorbitance as wife: all the squirms of chaos,
every edgily resistant strife. His name was Life.







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Panicky


Panicky?
Who me?
Not me!
No, never me!

I must simply
constantly
flee
anarchy.







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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Much Better


Much better, now you’ve climbed the little hill
to sit in solitude until this spill of feelings dissipates:
the overkill of sensory indulgence in a day!

The way the sun keeps gilding hay to gold:
the alchemy of infinitely varied colors, shadows, shapes
in every pebble, puddle, leaf: no relief from their

relentlessly proliferating asymmetric angles, bumps
and curves: the endless importuning of a pressing
strangeness: the painful beauty of its range. Old

is always new now: nothing’s ever through. This is what
the mind imbibes: this is how the revolution of the soul
unfolds: this describes the evolution of an angel.








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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Your Worship


Make up
a deity:

divine
homogeneity!

Kneel to it,
adore it.

Implore it
to fulfill.

Who
knows,

perhaps
it will.






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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Well, Hello There!


We’re told we can’t presume a single
aspect about whom we meet when
we encounter the inevitable Sentient
Others who exist in solar systems

either nearer to or farther from ourselves
than we’ve now basis to discern.
However, if the Universe is infinite,
it’s not a possibility but an imperative

that all imaginable beings somewhere
manifest and breathe and learn – and some
of these will be like us. Perhaps our
android form is mandated by physics

in reaction to phenomena of chemicals
and temperatures and gravity which have
a kinship to Earth’s own. Perhaps,
wherever they occur, our sorts of birth,

intelligence and evolution share a primal
template from the workings-out of which
we can expect to find, in some availing
clime, societies of creatures to whose

symmetries and features we incline.
But when we look into
their similarly fashioned eyes,
will we see anything we recognize?




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