#1583 - waiting for the pills to kick in

 

1583

5.122

1.v.24

waiting for the pills to kick in

a little Ode to Covid

 

with shiny eyes

and a head behind

 

a snuffle bug

mutter through razor blades

 

consider the anaesthetic lozenge

the sleepy pill, the wakey one

a chill and burning up

 

I know my blows

pile hanky high

 

o Velcro virus, multi-pronged

what is it you want of me?

 

such a pretty microbe too

you could be a bath toy

space ship

 

though no one can see you

there’s definite alien aspect

 

if bones must be broken

at least fillet me

take them out

 

will pill shake ache?

 

I must maintain hydration

and vitamin placebo

 

I know I know

the organ recital

 

this sorry for yourself is a full time job

 

and is it as bad as all that?

 

will poetry preserve me

or other way around?

 

I keep a cloud in mind

for occasion

 

and thanks for your fond wishes

I’m sure we’re about to be well

esperanta serio #973 - subgarantio

 

973

subgarantio

 

la plej multaj el viaj domoj ne forbrulos

 

iuj falas

kaj iuj estas forblovigitaj

 

iuj estas skulptitaj de la formikoj

 

la tuta perforto de hejmo

ne faligos la plej multajn domojn

 

domo eble estis frotpurigita ĝis morto

polvorforiĝis

 

iuj neniam estis sur la mapo

 

etaj piedetoj pasis

 

vi devus parkerigi formon

 

pensu pri tegmento por kapti

 

komenciĝas ĉe streĉado kun buŝpleno da ungoj

la manoj, la piedoj bezonataj

 

 

 

underwriting

 

most of your houses won’t burn down

 

some fall

and some are blown away

 

some are sculpted by the ants

 

all the violence of a home

won’t knock most houses down

 

a house may have been scrubbed to death

gone to dust

 

some were never on the map

 

little paws passed

 

you’d have to memorize a shape

 

think of a roof to catch

 

begins at a stretch with a mouthful of nails

the hands, the feet required

 

#1582 - in poet's land

 

1582

5.121

30.iv.24

in poet’s land

in sleep we trust

 

draft for wise surprise

 

 

long noble

signs telltale

 

our neglect

a special code

exacting

 

feel it all

whole of a thing I mean

 

the sunshine come and go

 

we are inventing for all the world

weak flesh to every thought

 

and its far beyond

just for these rules we intuit

all so sharing this belief

 

there is motive, opportunity

 

shall I call it understanding?

 

words make our way

 

as with the whipbird

as with the cockatoo

 

long languish of the selves to mourn

stronger than we were

 

they are at the walls

we must not give a fuck

 

sky’s our spread

but we won’t admit

the world

 

it has no defence

esperanta serio #972 - kial ĉio ĉi devas esti forprenita de ni?

972

kial ĉio ĉi devas esti forprenita de ni?

por ĝeni dioj

 

vekiĝo estas antaŭsento

 

malsupren rapide

tagoj forkondukitaj

 

sub ĉi tiuj kovriloj kuŝas

duondorme kun demando

 

birdoj dum ili iras

ĉieloj por laŭdo

 

ĉiuj orkestroj de folilumo

 

stano, altecoj, stratoj

ĉiu aro de ŝirmejo

 

ventoj, al kiuj singardemo ĵetis

nomoj neniam sciis

 

la kisoj malleviĝantaj

etaj piedsignoj

ĉi tiu tuŝo

 

kial fantomo devas rezigni

?

 

vero, la blanka mensogo

vico de abstraktado

 

linioj eĥantaj de ĉiuj antaŭe

ĉi tiu vorto por ĉiam kun la signifo for

 

kaj senmorteco daŭras

trilo kaj stumblu la draton

 

iun tagon la vetero estos nia

dume atentu tion, kio estos prenita

tiam ni estos for

 

 

 

why must all this be taken from us?

for godsbother

waking is a premonition

 

downhill apace

days led away

 

under these covers lie

half asleep with a question

 

birds as they go

skies for praise

 

all orchestras of leaflight

 

tin, heights, streets

all array of shelter

 

winds to which caution has thrown

names never knew

 

the kisses descending

tiny pawprints

this touch

 

why must a ghost give up

?

 

truth, the white lie

queue of abstraction

 

lines echoing of all before

this word forever meaning gone

 

and immortality goes on

a trill and trip the wire

 

one day the weather will be ours

meanwhile attend to what will be taken

we will be gone by then

 

 

 

#1581 - what survivors we are

1581

5.120

29.iv.24

what survivors we are

 

it’s everything till now we’re past

and we are all still here

 

who survived the bombardment

the bottle, the knife

the force majeure

 

 the slurs, the denigrations

 

we who hid in the cellar

who hid in the walls

 

crouched in the night

slipped off

sometimes invisible

 

we were never the same

 

tree to its utmost leaf

some sing

 

the tree, too, a survivor

 

or dig past every terror

 

drought and flood and pick your fear

 

the damage, the dangers

beyond all time until

 

to be here telling

and just who we are

nor were, now will

 

not those who fell

nor up against

 

and though in time to come we’re gone

I tell this now and here