I finally realize, after all these years,
that there were things outside my door-
and love was one of them.
I would have to have gone through a near-death metamorphosis
and wander off the edge of the earth
with reckless, unwise yet reproductive wild-abandon to find the second.
It is not fire- we do not find fire, fire finds us.
Relentless creatures, those eyes, burning,
Expect no less from them, caught between heaven and hell as they are.
They say planets orbit the sun,
that space is mostly empty, and there are no Martians
building canals on Mars. Emptiness. Dry, dry, rusted dirt there. Wind. That is something.
Let’s take a stressed view of things
and pop an electromagnetic psycho-social-ill pill,
for we should not be satisfied with our earthbound lot.
Maybe it is time for the next symphony to begin.
The dogs grew an inch chasing the children at the playground.
The poor children, they just recovered from the bees.
They might pee their pants this time, they say.
Don’t cry, little robin in spring,
yours is the last love we’ll ever need.
She bends and trembles in the bright flames and hazy smoke,
a molten creature in my eyes,
a hourglass of question marks staring up at me in a cosmic dance.
A touch. Why a touch? Why the senses? Why the need?
Deny it unmercifully and destruction follows
in the senseless realm, yet the need lingers and will not leave…
Peasant blood, now free to choose,
chooses badly. Sitting at the curbside, it finds solace
in the odds that their progeny will make it one step further.
Scratching, clawing, peppered with suicide notes,
the monstrosity of life inches forward in time
and belches us into existence.
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