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Click hereIf 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.
"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.
Wonderful 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.
is reality.
One of your best I think
Jai, indeed
Thank you
'...icy sweat on my rum glass...'
great image along with all the others. thanks for sharing your poetry.
wso
I liked this one. It reminds me a little of some lines from MacLeish's "Epistle To Be Left In The Earth".
"I will tell you all we have learned, I will tell you everything:
The earth is round, there are springs under the orchards,
The loam cuts with a blunt knife,
Beware of elms in thunder, the lights in the sky are stars—
We think they do not see, we think also
The trees do not know nor the leaves of the grasses hear us:
The birds too are ignorant."
"This
is false, but not disproven."
ha! loved that bit, had me smiling with the images of experimentation with false teeth and sand shovels.
the bloody ankle part seemed too extreme, maybe I am missing something, I should go back and read it a few more times, but it stuck out as violence in a time of discovery--
I have been washing windows. Sweat and windex solution might be getting to my brain.
~as
True
Sorry, I couldn't resist writing that, Calli. Each one of the stanzas reads like a little microcosm, glistened with your brilliance.
I esp liked this:
'Planting teeth
will result in pistachio bushes'
Fantabulousa