Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Past is Vast [unless you're oblivious, that much is obvious]

(and of course the line of the horizon, infinite, beckons, handless.)
Get a handle,
get a handle on this,
(so you've heard it all before?
learn to unhear, to rehear, to deafen, to know
that you know
absolutely nothing.)

(and absolutely
nothing is absolutely everything, we
witnessed a teensy butterfly quivering,
clapping wings, if you can call them wings,
flapping midair beside
the ocean, above the shore.)
we dusted pebbles off our rear-ends,
sun singed skin singing,
sand clinging- taking a trip
on the other side of the tracks,
our ass cracks.

You darling dark
haired merwoman,
light eyed, your cells stuffed with sun rays,
overflowing, actually a little red
and angry (like you, like me).

vastness infinitely vaster,
sand enmeshed flesh,
little cells, little grains,
little big things embedded in
our brains, grandeur is
every granule.


  1. I am sorry to report that after one day of doing the challenge I hate poetry.

  2. What the fuck is wrong with you, you have a whole month to go.