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.
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.

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?)