Sometimes the person next to you is talking and you think, ok, now I know what you think. Other times you hear someone talking and you think, yeah, I know what you mean, but then there are those times when a person opens your heart with his or her argument and convinces you …
Like personal goat sacrifices
This doesn’t happen very often
…sadly
But it is why we believe in crucifixions
Last week I was at one of those parties
Where people refer to books by the author’s last name
And ideas by the titles of books
I realized
They are all an endless process
And in that sense correct
(…though I hate them and now doubt Calvary)
I wear these tides of fear between the train stations of clinging together
They are the house-slippers of my self-naming…
reflecting…absorbing…flipping
I know
And it is through light that we grope our way
Because we are the thoughts of light
…a scientist will tell you about photons and their emission by matter, while a poet will tell you about vibrating souls
But we worship a god of light
And there are eight winds in the trouser tuck of the Mediterranean
A piece of lint floats from Pythagoras to Orpheus
Through a friend of Bacchus
--Dionysius to the Maitre d’ at the Olive Garden
(…get you in with a good table even on the weekend)
…particles
Split hairs,
Bad translations
Or just inadequate languages
I mean...
(Verbs that must be
“conjugated” by subject inclusion)
How caveman-esque?
However
Don’t get me wrong
The thin, reedy patois is my favorite form of expression
But it has its limits
...dial one for getting it wrong
In the beginning was...
The fiery breath that woke matter
(In this great twisting together
The truth is in the stretching)
Or
...the word?
Four letters
Limited meaning
Rusting significance
Yeah, but…
Fertile deltas come from flooding rivers
Huh?
Byproducts of erosion
What did you say?
A belief system founded on a Greek predicate
Sophia?
Change is just corruption without the attitude
Oh, now I get it
So, ethos is ok if it shares its etymology with plastic toy building blocks
And there is life in life in paralytic metaphor
But like Dr. Frankenstein we have to hike it up on the table
Attach the lightning rods to the temple
And wait for a storm
Your attention, please
Will passenger Parmenides please report to the ticket counter?
...waves
The late afternoon sun of the winter melts
The inner butter of the Mediterranean infrastructure to the color
Of sands on which wash waves of American accents
Nothing much is said
Followed by French and later Italian
A world where A equals B
And it is easy to believe that light is god
(With or without a capital)
But B equals A is not always accepted
Divinities moving a a certain speed does not sit well
Under mitres
On benches made of clouds
Or strong opinions about sin
But fortunately for them
The metaphor breaks down as it should
When placed inside of strangling definition
A tomato is a fruit, but is a fruit a tomato?
This argument of particles and waves makes the choir nervous
Even though religious belief tends to change when observed
(...and if you think about it
it makes sense in both cases)
Thinking could actually be light
Well, light that was catered and delivered to the reception
No one wants to spend the hours immediately before the holiday in a kitchen
So, without light there would be no gravy
Bounced upside down into the definitions that surround us
Defining our límits
Shaping our actions
I wonder to myself if we can smoke light and serve it with scrambled eggs
It’s like kick starting one of those Vespas
And then roaring down a cobbled street
Maybe the ancients did know the answer to Six Across
After all they worshipped the sun
And its seasonal swinging
They wrapped it in personal adjectives
All we did was sign the adoption papers
