we’ll see how this goes. whimsy often betrays.
***
last night i was certain
that i wanted
some scorching black drink brewed
fresh and only for me
and when it was done and
all the grounds were coursed through and
all the oils and sacred secrets had been
sucked out i
poured it into a cup and
set it somewhere new, different,
seemingly benign
heat scores and
time wears and apparently
together they conspire to draw
rings in unsuspecting innocent wood
at last when
undeft fingers clumsily looped into
ceramic rings to
rescue planks of ancient trees it was
too late
and already carelessness had
spent its fortune on
making some mark that
no one but me would
ever see
i hoped, more
dearly than i hope that
euclid was right, and that five hundred
billion years hence no one
still
will have heard my name
***
it’s been a while. challenges are welcome. please, shout to the heavens the horrors of this poem. it will, in all honesty, be appreciated.
Made me smile….
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Thanks! I am slowly but surely showing up more here. Glad you haven’t forgotten me!
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genius. the rhythm appeals to me
I love the concluding bit following “already carelessness had spent…”
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Thanks. I appreciate that you can catch the reference from the title, which is of course essential to the interpretation of the poem. But thanks very much.
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