Two
A leaf, the dripping on its midrib,
lightwaves in its veins
and deaths sowed into each plausible future.
Galaxy’s a spaceflower forming
fluorescent Edens, data
engraved in its genetic code.
Then spoke in wonder
DA
Data: what are we given?
Consider this receding image
something other than the sum
of it particles [Koffka, 1935];
Need not be more, Aristotle…
There’s but the struggle
for universatility.
Perche … giammai
….
… can only
hope … can only cope if not.
We’re too deep to flee this interstellar exile.
Three
to doG,
Well aren’t you a kick in time’s spine,
you little dog, you…
Shall I compare thee –
Fuck it. ‘Tis all too late for poetics;
who’s to reflect in such a goddamned stillness?
Go-go, you said, find him, find him, he’s
round the corner, sitting on a rock or
round his neck a rope. HA! Remember,
could you, that day of distorted mirrors.
What I interpret as two men waiting
in fact is, probably is, is it?
Cannot be me, do I just yield?
I’ve searched and searched and found none,
not Vladimir nor Estragon.
,Godot
Four
There was
a man at double speed,
who used
velocity to veil a need;
when the
need began to grow,
‘twas
like a past without a glow;
when the
past began to entangle,
‘twas
like he couldn’t get an angle;
when the
angle did at last appear
‘twas
like a whirr inside his ear;
when the
whirr began to seize,
‘twas
like a wood of seizing trees;
when the
trees began to roar,
‘twas
like a crow in his core;
when my
core began to crack,
‘twas
like my name on a plaque.
when the
plaque began to faint,
‘twas
like some poet and a saint;
when those two began to read
‘twas breath and breath and birth indeed.
Five
Some slow shift on stone-
A sheen defrosting the snow,
nourishing absence
I’m a german pond,
where toads tongue the passing flies;
a sign warning: TOD!
Oleanders and
eucalypts bloom all over-
Hiroshima burns.
