Lost Brother
I heard a story about you
cutting your head and neck
out of old photographs
and replacing yourself
with the dreams
that come to me
every night to prove
that you are still alive.
[LSS, 2/3/21]
2/03/2021
'Oumuamua
When you become aware of the edge of your physical existence
walking across the floor seems useless.
When everything beyond you is empty of echoes
alphabets and numerology become fuzzy.
When your shape is defined by your movement through space
you wonder about fitness workout machines.
When quarks and galaxies deign to notice you
the morning mirror tells the truth.
This is an old story, end over end.
even with a telescope’s glint
nothing can be resolved.
["The interstellar object 'Oumuamua perplexed scientists in October 2017 as it whipped past Earth at an unusually high speed. This mysterious visitor is the first object ever seen in our solar system that is known to have originated elsewhere."
NASA website - Chasing 'Oumuamua | NASA - Jun 27, 2018]
[RK,
2/3/21]
2/02/2021
Magnetism
Not all strikes are strategically planned.
Some wait, linger, stalk, and
divest the unwary of silky
sadness. You can’t run away.
Not all crash courses are strategically planned.
Was there a warranty? You’ve forgotten,
you can’t recall.
False testimony distorts the evidence.
Not all festivals are strategically planned.
A copy writer decides March sixteenth
is National Artichoke Hearts Day.
Most are fake or see-through.
Not all accidents are strategically planned.
You ankle, placed just so, as you leave
Xib’alb’a and return to cats
scattered across your abdomen.
[RK, 2/2/21]
Ho
People
with bumper stickers
when
from the mess
they expect you
to clean up.
[LSS / RK, 2/2/21]
It’s
Just Too Much
The taunting voice,
“I told you so.”
You’ve heard it before.
The same voice that
undervalues assurance
and echoes in the well.
The voice you wake with
sleep with, and
fall down with.
[2/2/21]
Full House
You now find yourself in a cloud of ghosts,
failing, just like them, to remain invisible,
muttering and complaining about the food
I set out for you at night, how it’s just too much
to keep you from disappearing for good.
[LSS, 2/2/21]
Householding
Neatness counts
is the lie
people tell you
when they walk away
from the mess
they expect you
to clean up.
[LSS, 2/2/21]
The Accident Foretold
I tripped because
I wrote about
falling in a poem,
and then I read
a story you wrote,
and I became confused
about the nature
of gravity.
[LSS, 2/2/21]
2/01/2021
Throwing One’s Voice into One’s Work: The Distant Effect
A confetti of words
falls into my story
about “the making of form”
during the Zoom critique.
One colorful word
after another.
More words
applied as paste.
A plausible story,
a believable story,
perhaps, but the true story
only begins to come to life
when the tide recedes and
washes all the words back
through their silent forms,
back through the physical
process of making, back to
the material itself.
[LSS, 2/1/21]
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