QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT

She asked

him

After two years

the question

fell

OUT

he laughed

with a note

of hysteria

fuck me

she clamped

he thought

Her beats

in her ears

A conversation for

I think

we’ll have to

fuck me

end

Really

she murmured

burrowing the vowel

in her esophagus

A penumbra

Chord

do it

Mirror in February

The day dawns with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy-
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.

It seems again that it is time to learn,
To which, for the time being, I return.
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.

Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities,
And how should the flesh not quail that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young and not renewable, but man.

bicycle-woman

I do not exist

I know it. The mixture of tendencies

Collapse onto the soul

I can see that nothing exists as he is emboldened

to peace.

Opening up the sky and

Laying down low

Appearing on the horizon

As an epochè of gnarled and

deep despair

slow motion warped his fingers

I decided it

can’t

Look closely

It was eidetic

The march on the ocean far

off into squares

keeping safe apatheia

crisp

and white his skin soft and

hard vanishes

that’s what she said

as superfluous as

Time

 

Bonini’s Paradox

Equinox

Standing before

me

Out of context

And

Complex

My brain is

Inert

with

gossamer

Tinged

Dark

Violet and

red

Consumed

He is

Effulgent

Sanguine

lovely

Humans

are

Inordinately

Unordinary

Nothing

Can prepare

You

For

simple

Realism

which

does not

exist

In the

plural

parallel

universes

of this

paradox

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