LOVE, JUSTIFIED

 

The absence of death

is lostness of memory   

 

The imposture 

quickly justifies himself 

 

Sad, that consciousness 

Devolved

 

“A specific capacity to be redeemed”

 

   *

 

What’s funny about love 

You forget the details 

remember the fall

   that one day, you first

loathed yourself

 

You never had recognized 

truth being Less

Human 

drawing the animal 

Spirit Card

   

seeing clouds as thickets

tall tree limbs climbed

to pry holes open 

for leafed cleansing

the moony sky’s sin

 

   *

 

The horizon is a mouth opened wide

Its hunger paves the asphalt sky

Oiled seas’ rustproofing sticks

Shorebird feathers to bodies -

A smoke aggrieved diffraction

 

Pulling myself up and over

the overwrought boardwalk

At the vacancy of doors

(its society teeming)

fairground rides invert

the undercarriage

 

You find the mailbox empty 

This being the surface of our greetings 

Its irony repose of laughter

 

   *

 

The museum keeper sorts and labels

Objects entrusted him, changing

Shows weekly, hoping visitors will not tire

of returning.

         As they observe

objects, he observes them,

hearing a voice outside his head

“unbalanced” whose?

 

   *

 

What I miss other than you

   is also you

 

Thunder God

   indelible Lightning,

         totem

each with a claim

on a thin electric Wand

  of interruption

Piercing the fruitful

petroglyph

with a lot to ask

 

of elders, and a populace

   poverty-stricken

 

*

 

I picked some lovely flowers for you.

 “Don’t bring them by.”

 

Forests are the home of the imagination

Couldn’t get around it No matter what

 

Your life

Needs to approach

Your shoes

 

 

                                    09/05/2024