Ode on Pride (In Triplicate)

Monday, July 5, 2010
turn
There is nothing to be said about it.
Streamed wind and waterspray duetting hard
against the house. These days are clipped
from someone’s fowler’s snare—that is,
with cruel abandon, rags and bones (no heart).
To work around the clock means orbiting
around a sundial. Just remember this:
you cannot love what cannot love
you back. You only love the thing
that loves you back. And if there’s love
counter-turn
there is nothing to be sad about: it’s
steam (wind + waterspray) duetting heat
again. The hows? these days. Our clipped
forms. Someone fouler snares the win
with cool abandon, rigged and bored. No heart
to work around. The clock means forgetting
a rounded sun daily. Remember this:
you cannot love who cannot love
you back. You only love the being
who loves you back. And if there’s love
stand
(noting it’s about to be sad), there is
win duetting heart
again. these days lip
forms some foul sneer in
a ba d rictus . o heart
work means forgetting
daily. Remember this:
you love (who/what) cannot love
you. You love
back.
 
Thursday, July 1, 2010