Lifetimes:
Each predicates
In the sentences of
The celestials’… arguments?
Small talk?
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Logical Truths
Paradox of Material Implication
If I were to love you then you’d love me. Or is it the other way around?
Weakening
If only I loved you.
If only you loved me.
If you loved me, I’d love you.
You’ll love me only if I love you.
Excluded Middle
What if it were not the case that I either love you or don’t?
Of course, I love you.
I either do or don’t.
Now a contradiction: for how could it be – while not being the case –
that I either love you or I don’t love you? It couldn’t.
I either love you, or I don’t.
Berceuse (juvenilia, 2011)
Will you keep vigil, steady sentry
Guard me from wandering
Check my somnambulism?
Immobile, she will steal me
Twitching and shuddering
To Lethe, quiet, petrifying
Promise me, convince me
That you know Nyx is no
Poet-guide, no companion
Already your eyes see the far places
We will pace away this devil’s hour
Together, wary, weary
Hold fast and do not
Go to that river
Dreamer of dreams
The dark is eating our lamp
Hold my hand, sentinel
But if yours weren’t paraffin
Vanities
We were
Two vanities
We had the tension of
Two mirrors facing away from
Each other
Had we
Exchanged our bodies by magic
With minds in opposite
Faces, we’d have
Been fine
The Lantern Centered in the Maze Made of Prisms
I was in a dream that
I was in a city
One of impossible rivers
Flowing up and at right angles
We rode a slow gondola on waters
Which flowed through gigantic, plastic playtubes
A huge old Discovery Zone
The size of Venice at nighttime
My companion: a Blur
And our destination:
^
thousands of
hundreds of
bottles rattling up
the assembly line
of my spine
up to the atomic tip
where they then
fall and fall and
i never hear the pop
Ozybéa
The difference between
You and Khufu
Can be measured
In paragraphs
You pair of legs
You Mercedes-Benz
(Or are you the girl
Hit by one? What
Was her name)
Poem with Typos
Never
Mind these beauty
Spotters, for they have the
Brains of dragonflies concerned
With flies
Steady Creeks
I could get used to anything, and
If weeks of tedium lie in store,
I don’t mind: as long as there’s a
Schedule; and inevitably I could dodge
Surprise, arrhythmia no longer psychologically
Jostling. I’m optimistic this disappointment
Will fade just as soon as I get situated –
Gimme a second and I’ll sit down with
You to enjoy them: all the sighs we
Settled for. And the broken doors stuck
Shut with disuse. At least they’re pretty
Doors with smart brass numbers. At
Least this new neighborhood’s
Predictable as a pop song. At least
There are some activities in store
If you go check the whiteboard
Narrow
Really
It’s basically
Just, at base – pretty much
You can sum it all up to be –
Essence
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