May 3, 2010

still looking for a lady to discharge
such various duties as or which include
but aren’t exhausted by nor limited to
wasting her sweet time in small talk wherever
it pleases her or reading proust in bed
on weekdays staining freely her pajamas
or any other sleepwear of her choice
with coffee messing it with cookie crumbs
watching wisteria bloom in rapt attention
or finding other ways to employ her sloth
such is the approximate menu of her chores

if found the applicant is best advised
to remain as she was since her alleged
employer is completely out of funds
nor feels he’s welcome to intrude upon
such a perfect mode of being if attained
content to be aware of it this remaining
the only valid point of the contract bid

now for the small print the submitting side
of this disjointed drivel henceforth called
the party of the first part and ignored
holds no responsibility whether legal
or moral for the state of things which makes
it lose its wits and brashly raise the stakes
going for broke behaving like an ass
seeing the world but darkly through the glass


sound signs

May 3, 2010

there the entire damned alphabet is wrong
their frigging r’s all face the opposite way
supposedly you must ingest your voice
while uttering it and choke articulating
imagine hatяed served under such guise

small details but sometimes they change a lot
what if vole were the opposite of love
but then it cannot be such a cute critter
so inoffensive-looking should contain
at least one r to sound sufficiently nasty

but how it is with them is hard to guess
granted with the japanese does not apply
still they have лов and вол but these mislead
or have i suddenly switched the frame of reference
hatred is at its best when unrequited

should be an answer to a simple question
like yes or no no matter how you spell
and no one cares which way their r’s are facing
vole is a manner of existence love
its sole imperative and yes of course

the loop theorem (iii)

May 3, 2010

the wind comes down disheveling the lake
the outward edge of the loop whose western shore
i forced myself to suspect but was unsure of
while dwelling closer to the opposite sky
facing the east with its haunted horizon

the loop which is the loom weaves up a storm
of tortured steel within whose distant mind
we coexist as hazard brings together
loose strands of disparate time which sometimes are
spliced by the el-train when it hits a stitch
sparks showering down and the west i force
myself to face is where they keep the wind
when not in use the head is where the brain
billows and flaps a platypus tree in bloom

the lady of the lake is gone her mirror
sporting a crack is now the sky itself
from where the miniature parachutes keep flowing
with a tiny platypus attached to each
like some toy mascot of an alien airline

the loop theorem (i)

May 3, 2010

sense hangs together sentenced and enphrased
and prefixed soundly with its a’s and the’s
but carries not what one would take as meaning
sense is quite separate from what’s said inside
though one may try and flip out while transmitting
sense is sent forth but meaning stays behind

and yet one feels that in the meaning lost
one senses scars of the past efforts to
impart the obstinate truth whose relevance fades
for the receiving party as it grows
for the sad imparter launching aimless missiles
towards the hollow aluminum sky of march

in spring when all our senses act acute
all meanings turn unutterable but still
nature says its own rosary whose beads
are elms squirrels brooks chipmunks birds did i
say birds someone sure did the magic jackdaw
says never then takes pause and asks for more