The old flame

I have been sucking on rage
                    like a Jolly Rancher
                    all day-

They say
sucking calms coughing
                        fits, since we cannot do both
simultaneously.

The sun is blazing behind
                               the thunderheads
                               making the air tepid-

Did I mention the fire
                        coursing under the skin
                        causing the concrete to ripple
                         and fingers to spark?

Steam smolders in pillars from atop fences
as if the candles
were blown out.

Love and Hate, like thermodynamics,
                          compromises

I stand in between
with my lips stained red,
             a saccharin taste of cinnamon
that was once my favorite

reminds me
of our in-
consistencies.

Still,
I struggle to breathe.





Painting by Henry John Stock (1853-1930) in Public Domain.

Mercury’s Handmaid

In the second law of thermodynamics;

The poem as a made-thing is the

“Spontaneous emergence of self-organization”.

Besides this, in Science,

“The word magic means order”

So the symbol for Nothing

became shaped like the mouth in meditation,

in the midst of making more space

for Observation.

The numeral for the Universe,

One world, 1, as in Everything

Man-o-theistic made more calculating

layers encoded in an algorithm

to become binary bipeds seeking symbiosis,

or the meaning of Miracle. Walk the Talk.

Ecstasy is merely our abandonment

of a timeline.

Silence sought chaos,

letting letters separate from self in sound.

The tonality resonated

making all things

moving disappear

with (1) velocity (0)

without (0) reason (1).

We try to transcend our current state

if only for a half-life

chemical moment. Methodically mad.

there were bells to be rung,

the sentence was both a rule

and regret. 

Painting by Jules Lefebvre [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.