divination

A goddess opens a blank book
And points at some place I can barely see.
Gods don’t bother about books at all. They are busy
Disconnecting telephone lines and sucking up
TV images. The earth can’t hold my footprints
Anymore, but the walls are good for walking across.
Elderly couples spend evenings
Interpreting chairs and floor lamps in vain, contemplating
Greasy spots on the family bibles, watching
The museums burn, watching pineapples
And watermelons explode over the roofs.

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3 thoughts on “divination

  1. YOUR WORDS ARE FADED AND BLURRED
    THAT PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU
    A FRESCO IN POMPEIAN COLORS ?
    WADS OF PAPER FOR BLANK BOOKS
    BUTT DUST MAKES YOUR EYES ITCH
    ALL COMPASS POINTS BEYOND YOUR SIGHT
    BID FAREWELL TO HERMAPHRODITE POETRY
    THE DOCUMENTARY OF YOUR LIFE
    IVAN OF AUMQUE

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    • My wife loves to have plenty of clocks in every room
      All displaying different times which often makes me think
      What would happen if she preferred space to time
      Maps and compasses to clocks

      And what does the dust mean? Each speck marking a point in space
      Or the passage of invariably idle moments?

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