#absentia
~for the one who will know it was written for her~
muddy verb and adjective,
muddling and muddled
have you ever seen a pas de deux/deluxe,
one dancer, proscriptive,
and her partner, prescriptive?
the stage, of course,
exactly the width of your head,
from ear to shining ear
this couple o’muses dance en concert,
though their very natures are anti-logarithmic,
the value of their exponential activity is a
descriptive nomenclature
I am overly abstruse this Saturday morn,
mushing mathematics and ballet, verbal word games
as is my wont wanted,
everyone sleeping while I rise at 6am,
doing ablutions, seeking absolution,
pulling weeds from our respective gardens,
answering old friends I have yet to meet,
to whom I answer,
“still here, though long time no see,”
which is of course hysterical funny, inherently contradictory,
as the brain grasps well my
Red and Dead Sea brain cells, a splitting motif
muddling and muddled,
proscribed from getting on transport,
to deliver to you the proper healing prescriptive,
as if I had in my possess to diagnosis and correctly assess
even though one of my many passport names,
a requirement, to visit,
this inter-netting ether, that both combines and separates,
permits me safe passage,
over the historical lineage of borderlines of land and sea,
to deliver this message,
to you
woman
*I am here, waiting patiently, though long time
no see
like ever,
absentia, dementia,
both self-censure:
here, then, my cadenza,
dedicated solely soulfully for you,
as the sabbath sun rises over the East River,
saying, laughing unto me,
“still here, though long time no see,”
for though I cannot look upon her,
my sun, my sun, my son,
yet she, as well,
is everywhere-inside of me,
warmly illuminating
my muddled mind*
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
it is as if
two different days are aborning;
To the west fog pervades, endures,
Sheets of condensation window adorning,
Make the fog in~penetrable
But to the east the peekaboo rays
Of an early rising yet hidden sun,
Kids us with hints of melliferous rays, shadows
and shades, what might yet be a glorious day
This debate will be one,
this debate will be WON,
Sipping lukewarm coffee, reheated hot or cold, I watch the battle Royale, and care not which words
here are capitalized
and which words are minimized
It is a struggle for my voice and the voice recognition
of my phone, to sort out the important and the riffraff;
In fact, isn't that always a struggle, for all of us,
All of the time?
just as the sun,
inevitably, and inimitably,
will decide
To accept a decision by a
Higher authority
I r r e s p e c t i v e of my opinion
But I have an opinion,
And that is what matters*
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC