lean into the punch

“They are not allowed to distract the attraction.” The Tao of Physics

I AM SIGNAL AND NOISE

your hands wrote notes up the arch of my back
a syntax of bruised blues
confusing the map with the territory
a palette taken from blood red flowers
elegant traces of comparative expressions
a relatively exalted possession
sublimating time unspoken as gilded pleasure
a glitch forsaken, a tender undulation

competitive sacrifice

15 October 2018, Portland, OR

I.
it is the second day of spring
another war sprouted Tuesday
stacked on top of other conflicts
grocery store aisles absorb
decreased customer enthusiasm

in the beginning, even the worst mothers are forced to love unconditionally

II.
maybe there can be no peace
without bravery, sacrifice, loss

all corporations are managed at the state level

III.
I dreamt you had died

quiet forever
wanting nothing

in the morning
you were there

as if thought could not perform existence

IV.
it is the first day of winter
think about how much space light takes

seven years and a day

artist: Yuko Shimizu

Police found nothing but pairs of empty shoes inside abandoned cars stopped on the freeway that carved edge lines between city and suburb. Stereos were still playing upbeat songs or blaring ads for insurance, spicy chicken sandwiches, eradicating skin rashes, and a cloud that promised to secure memories. Coffee left warm in secure cup holders.

I have my own, obvious, working hypothesis for the dispossessed.

I can feel you wanting more. More analysis, more details, more quantifiable truth. I recognize that desire. If left unchecked, it is a serial and extractive response.

Instead of getting stuck in that kind of particular production, what spiritual inclinations were you born with? Will your future prove the past?

The ending is coming. How wild is your hope?

________

title is reference to seven years and a day is often the period of trial in fairy tales (Denise Levertov, The Poet in the World, page 13)