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Ouvroir De Litterature Potentielle: Two Poems

15 Jul

for Raymond Queneau

One:

Or only one after the other?
Us,
a virgin was in fact the
mother of the Christ,
voyaging out altogether
recently while staying.

Rivers (I’ve seen some
rivers in foreign
countries) of time
because the world was
full of men at
sundown predisposed
to something of
character.

I recognized a woman
by the softness of
her lips, into a
barborous patois-
remove- return home
for the disheveled
embraces, drinking,
everyone and the
earth like us and
whose face happened
to be on a level
with ours.

Listen to you. It
got late, I watch
the caterpillars.

Two:

I thought about numbers
a great deal- the
memories each one
before she could move.
It reduces me to tears
quicker than anything
else in time.

Referred to as his
aquarium- a bedroom-
though to cleave the
very constellations
there was nothing to
stop me from constantly
being unpleasant:
under return in three
days.

Roar with laughter
because elicit information
from events would unfold
in the workmen’s peaceful-
purporting to have met me
at some function or
another- original of
these adventures take
place at night,
truth to what we’ve
heard?

A terrain with the act
in which a body
exceeds.

Note: this poem was created in response to a prompt at dVerse- Poets Pub

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Finite Fine Night

12 Sep

I did not have a corpus
absolutely wonderful like
a sunshine high in the
mountains- totally free
and unhindered by time.

 

Everything was speaking to
me in

G
L
O
R
I
O
U
S

voices- “You’re welcome here,
you belong!”

No form, and matter became
minor. Floating free and
formless with a glow over
me like a face looking
down- fuzzy no true
focus did I have.

There was a distinct yet
dim diffusion of

B
E
A
U
T
Y

Waves of light and sound
washed
over me
and
through me
deep into my mind-
the key-
washing my mind
out glowing.

Voices said, again:

W
E
L
C
O
M
E.

Again things lost in the fuzz, and

P
E
A
C
E

Descended upon me
a soul jangle  in the
timeless fuzz
of dreams
and

A
G
A
I
N

that yellow fuzz- was it in fact
a face at all?

It was light and like a flower
I grew towards it
uncurling
unfurling
twisting my stem formless, yes
reaching out for but not quite
touching on this
finite
finenight.

The Zen of Today

10 Jul

This morning I took a walk
through the woods. Up
and down
a mountain.

One day I shall walk this
world no more.

Today I stood on the
edge of a lake watching
a fisherman. I saw myself
in both the man and the
fish dangling
on the
hook.

One day I shall stand no more.

This evening I sit and look back
on this day knowing it will
never came again in this
same disguise.

One day I shall sit no more.

Tonight I lie down in peace
to slumber. I will fall into
dreams, and then later
awake.

One day I shall
lie in peace
forevermore
awake in dreams
at last.