Certain Voltages

certain-voltages

Remember when our love
was blooming
and the dirty city felt as fresh
as flowers,
when the wars always
orchestrated by men
became faded video footage
from the 20th Century
and Italian grandmas
prepared feasts for destitute
immigrants on their island

Now it is
the lip balm I carry in my
coat
to protect me from the winter
or the leftover Holiday candy
I keep around to spark certain
voltages in my brain and
heart

Now I’d like to throw my cellular
phone into the river
and walk with you
in the Western woods
where the old old spirits are

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The Flowers

the-flowers

why can’t we all live in
space stations
on earth?

we can
that is where this is going

all of us as remnants
in boxes together
replicating yesterday and
tomorrow

oh
but surrounded by glass
and
space age metal
and corridors with
lots of clean water flowing
then lots of UV light
like
the wanting of flowers

The Body

I’m not quite sure if you’ve
deciphered
this yet, but I have
begun a voice of conversation
with your daughter that is
extra-temporal. Beyond the
confines and tone of consciousness.
Beyond and independent of time
and body. Why? Why is this?
Because.
Nothing. Nothing lasts forever. But
is
a fleeting, passing glimpse stored in
some physical arrangement of matter, somehow
somehow
that ended up lasting forever
behind us
ahead,

a stupid ungraspable small mind.

Hug.