- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Believe Me
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If no one called your name
would you still believe that your eyes
raise the sun? That the city of ants
beneath the bricks
keep the trains on time. This is true.
The corn is husked
so grandpa can have whiskers. This
may be true.
Planting teeth
will result in pistachio bushes. This
is false, but not disproven.
The lawn is an expanse of minutiae
and vineyard wonder, the brown beetles
of confusion surfacing to bite our ankles
and leave bloody footprints
in explicatives. This could be
as true as the icy sweat
on my rum glass, if you could believe.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years ago"What an odd piece this is," I thought, until I came upon that ending and all becomes clear. You've ingested too great a quantity of rum.
WickedEveover 17 years agoWonderful poem and it immediately reminded me of a TV show. I think it was a twilight zone episode (from the newer series) or Amazing Stories by Spielberg. One of those. Anyway, it was about a man who had to perform a series of movements to keep the planes in the sky, etc. In your poem, "the city of ants beneath the bricks keep the trains on time." I like the idea of something seemingly mundane, like ants crawling beneath bricks, keeps the trains on time. Very cool and thought provoking poem.
Tathagataalmost 18 years agois reality.
One of your best I think
Jai, indeed
Thank you
