Yellow Near Animas, NM–Photo by Jen Pezzo
INVOICE
Hypothetically
if I wasn’t alone
I’d be home.
I’d enjoy the suspense
of an unfinished
ellipsis.
Presumably
misunderstanding is
unquantifiable.
In solitude
symmetry isn’t quite
attainable.
Ostensibly
human compatibilities
aren’t untenable.
Shopping for people
obviates monotony
— provisionally.
Apparently
isolation & solipsism
are mutual, universal.
Affiliations are,
however partial, proxied,
diagonal.
Supposedly
human mutual is
congenital, inexorable.
Unilateral is
anomaly, shopping
for impossible.
Hypothetically
if I wasn’t alone
I’d be tangible.
I’d enjoy contrapuntal
logistics of
volatility.
Will you?
~ Craig Kurtz
Preordination
Wings overlapped in
Symbolic agony writhe
In exchange for a blessed
Transformation spent in
The concern of strangers
KE
giving things away
getting my Thoreau on
growing my hair out
giving things away
that I do not need
give until
I am alone
with my thoughts
with my vision
and the world
sit on the grass
focus soft
gaze at the blades
the tiny flowers
the weeds
loafing
is a virtue, is a Universe
a day in the clouds
while still on the ground
I taste the sounds
that listen and give thought
to my satisfied
heart
~ marc mannheimer