Showing posts with label eleven poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eleven poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

What's your number


Can a collection of identities
be identified by numbers
not by masses
or mass-
but by oneness-
or twenty-three-ness-I guess-
or like five and look alive!
It conjures an image
somewhere in time, in our mind
space in our head-
A good positive number-
a negative angle-and no this isn’t acute-
it is chronic-al-always, regardless if I count
or you count or none of us counts...

Who’s counting down while looking up?

We should pick a numerical value besides our bank.
-Personal account-and equate each other thusly,
not rank or rate but separate-and separate
so our Nows don’t collide, or near misses and almosts
are guarantees-please!
sheer masses
like tiny tomes and Moronic Oxen-

Did you just say eleven?

Most just say seven-ness is blessedness,
everyone knows this rule-
I could be wrong, that'd be
a real word problem.
An error in calculating
-mind you-
Not in reasoning.



Image credit: By Related names:  Morgan, Walls and Clements Atlantic Richfield Company Patigian, Haig [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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