i imagine amnesia looks much like this: vast empty barren similar analogous selfsame cold lonely stark serene severe severed quiet peaceful haunting mirrored mesmerizing mazelike labyrinthine labored lost all nothing everything lost.
Category: Tundra
These are the poems inspired by our move to Minnesota – the things that happened during the move, since the move and more importantly, the inspiration and reactions to the move.
the untimely rooster
cock-a-doodle-doo'ed
cock'd it up
(as they do)
my dreams
my nameless dreams
my beautiful dreams
my infinite dreams
exploding out of existence in some horrifying kerouacian
nirvana (too much/too soon)
traveling out, beyond the pale
i am a merely a product of my time
(misplaced, no doubt)
the pale sunlight
the cold winter glow (silently)
answers the cock-a-doodle-doo
alas, its just the chimes of my phone -
the last vestiges of my dreams melt
into the fresh fallen snow
6youngsoldiers sitting
eatingpandaexpress
mygodmygod mygod
howyoungarethey
howoldihavebecome sitting
eatingpandaexpress w/
6youngsoldiers
mygodmygod mygod
allthisat38?
(ichastisemyself)
illbeinsufferable/
inconsolable
at76
zero means nothing absolutely nothing now, absolute zero, that'd be something "negative twenty" i texted phil "that's damn cold" all he could say "welcome to up north" minnesota texted me "that's damn cold" all i could say
i
took
at a look
the frozen waters.
i
want
to
yes, refresh;
reset.
i do (not) want
to bathe
in frozen
waters.
(that is the foolishness of
a dreamer)
i have come to the tundra
ignored the call of the desert
her siren song beckoned
[it may yet be answered]
(we shall see)
i have come to the tundra
ignored the call of roma's see
her invite stands, and i
shall seep forever
(by her side)
i have come to the tundra
to bathe in the frozen waters
to refresh; yes, reset -
i have come so that i may live